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Silently, With A Smile
I guess you couldn't see the signs
Did you ever wonder why I wore long sleeves,
As hot as it was, covering my arms,
Never showing my skin,
Hiding the marks; the signs
I guess you didn't hear my cry,
The calls in the middle of the night to talk,
To hear your voice, to feel safe,
To know you were near, not that far,
Though my lips had to stay sealed,
Did you ever wonder why I stayed so late,
Not wanting to go home,
To be near you, sitting close
Feeling secure for a moment,
Until I had to leave;
To go into my hell once again,
Masking my eyes, covering them
So you couldn't see the
Black and blue, and the tears,
The rainbow of colors they were,
Hidden behind a smile so,
You couldn't see the truth,
I guess I got too good at it,
You acted as if you never knew,
Going on as if nothing was wrong,
So I did too…
Silently, with a smile…
I guess you couldn't see the signs
Did you ever wonder why I wore long sleeves,
As hot as it was, covering my arms,
Never showing my skin,
Hiding the marks; the signs
I guess you didn't hear my cry,
The calls in the middle of the night to talk,
To hear your voice, to feel safe,
To know you were near, not that far,
Though my lips had to stay sealed,
Did you ever wonder why I stayed so late,
Not wanting to go home,
To be near you, sitting close
Feeling secure for a moment,
Until I had to leave;
To go into my hell once again,
Masking my eyes, covering them
So you couldn't see the
Black and blue, and the tears,
The rainbow of colors they were,
Hidden behind a smile so,
You couldn't see the truth,
I guess I got too good at it,
You acted as if you never knew,
Going on as if nothing was wrong,
So I did too…
Silently, with a smile…
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The Simple Delights
The Simple Delights:
The world is a place of simple pleasures
of the simple delights that we fail to see
Like a rose whose thorns will prick unwary
we focus on the negatives that be
But if we chose to hold the rose
Gentle and with grace
Its thorns would simply press our skin
Not pain or poison laced
If we could learn the simple lessons
of looking at all the good things in life
Then food would be the only object
to meet the edge of my knife
I see so many different ways
to enjoy the life that I have today
I could go to the store and buy a snack
A treat for me I say
Perhaps I'll choose to walk the distance
or maybe I'll take th
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Cold Razors
Cold Razors:
Let it pierce into my flesh
The cold metal of razors
and let me carve into my skin
a wonderous design of love
Love for the pain which I inflict upon myself
Love for the disgusting toxin which I bleed from deep within me
Love for all the people that remind me everyday of how pointless my existence is
Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to say something too?
Did you want to enjoy of this toxic waste?
This nauseating poisonous sulphurous odious mixture of noxious FUMES!
Ah, but you're one of the normal people aren't you
You can comb your hair without pain
You can dye it any colour you want
You can style it in any manner you pl
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Society Is Ugly.
Society is ugly.
Not you.
Beauty is defined by
How you act.
Not by the number on the
Scale.
Starving doesn't work.
Purging doesn't work.
Pills don't work.
The girl you see
In the mirror is
Perfect
Just the way she is
Now.
Don't get upset because
You don't match up
To the media's
Expectations.
Cutting won't work.
Crying won't work.
Dying won't work.
Remember this:
Society is ugly.
Not you.
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There isn't much to say here. The poem speaks for herself. Another poem that is letting, the Silent One, have her words. Thank you for reading. 
~Crimson Angel
~Crimson Angel
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This is beautiful writing 
It speaks very much of human nature, how many of us mask what we really feel. This reminds me a lot of youth, growing up and experiences that tend to rip us apart yet we try to compose ourselves and not let others know the amount of pain we truly feel.
Could relate to this a lot.
It speaks very much of human nature, how many of us mask what we really feel. This reminds me a lot of youth, growing up and experiences that tend to rip us apart yet we try to compose ourselves and not let others know the amount of pain we truly feel. Could relate to this a lot.