Amy Smith


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Lips aren’t good at expressing word
I rather to put them on paper
I will use my time
Asking all my unanswered questions
Someone ask me what’s wrong
I replied I’m fine
Sadly I’m not
Life’s all messed up
I’m confused
I’m broken
I try to fake a smile
Instead of breaking out in tears for a long while
Lost all hope
Knowing I won’t cope
I never think I’ll ever heal
I’m dying inside
But no one see’s
Feel like I’m hanging from ceiling
Everything is corrupted
Mind soul and heart
Everyday I tell the most useful lie
To hide my pain
There is nothing left for me to gain
Bet yet I find out I do it all over again
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