Oh how the tip of the blade tastes so sweet
When everything you’ve ever known disappears
Where do you go from there?
So many words left unsaid
So many questions left unanswered
So many thoughts left unshared
Go on girls put on your masks
Pretend it hides the pain
Go on girls put on your rouge
Pretend it covers your mistakes
Fake a smile for the crowds
Remember everyone’s watching
Waiting for you to crack
Waiting for you to fall
Close your eyes girls
So no one can see your pain
Put your shades on
So you’re not blinded by their lies
Run away from the pain
Despite what people say
Pretend it isn’t real and let it fade away
Never let them see you hurt
About the Creator
Alexandra Batista
Daughter. Mother. Survivor.
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