We smile and laugh,
though we’re hurt.
They’re our emotional make-up,
to hide the actual emotions inside.
We cry behind shadows,
scream for life to be over.
So we draw lines,
to feel better.
We love the way,
our arms start to bleed.
It wasn’t enough,
but the pain was healing up.
Our sorrows and soberness,
were coming to an end.
After sliding the cold steel,
against our skin.
It was the finale of endless cries,
and so was the end to our lives.

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Happiness comes in different ways. Sadness isn't always the painful feeling. Happiness can be anything that relieves you not just warmth or sweet kisses.