Wearing a mask
to hide the
horrible pain,

Keeps the people
who question the
pain far away.

•••

Now this isn't
a hurt poem
about my pain.

•••

Merely a poem
to shine light
on the bitter truth.

•••

Many people wear
this fake smiling
mask.

•••

Their clean wrists
become tainted
with red blood.

•••

Blood, Masks, and 

Tears are what some
people are made of.

•••

Loneliness just
gets lonelier the
longer you're not alone.

•••

You stand in the
sidelines, just a
person in the crowd.

•••

You wear your
sorrow like a veil,
covering your face.

•••

It's the only thing
that shows but no
one see it.

•••

The source of your
dismay, the longer you
think about it...

The thicker your
veil of sorrow
gets.

-The End-

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-Made November 26, 2018-