My Reason To Bleed

I'm not the happy girl I sound
All this time I've been brought down
I cut, I bleed, I pray for heed
I sometimes feel no one hears my sound
It feels like I'm standing from above
Looking down on how I act
playing it up, my smile never slacks
But I come home, to a place I call my own
But it feels like no one understands me
I'm so alone
My happy friends, they don't believe
when I tell them that I have to bleed
they don't believe it, because they don't know
that a sad girl can put on a happy show
So I write sad songs and sad poetry
Because if I don't, I feel forced to bleed

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thanks to anyone who has read this. I wrote this during a time where I had just stopped cutting and I was going through the very hard time of trying to control myself.

please comment with your opinions..
love,
ashton..

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