Broken Smile

There's a voice in my head
It wants me dead.
It's screaming to die,
Wanting to cry.
No matter how big you smile, the band-aid doesn't stop the pain.
Cutting the pain away doesn't bring the rain.
The wound only pulses, pinches, and pounds.
I want nothing more than to kill the sounds.
In my mind, I'm in hell.
There's nothing about me I could possibly sell.
Nothing sounds as sweet as death...
Nothing tastes better than my last breath.
The band-aid you wear
Doesn't make people care.
Your smile is broken
Everything in your heart will never be spoken.

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These are the things that go on in my head...
Please go read my new story called Incense, it is based on a true story.
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