I am not a writer but here I am tearing pages with my blurry eyes , trembling hands , pressing this pen too hard against the flesh of tender fingertips , I m here with tears in my eyes and ink in my hands , I am nothing , but a 17 years old girl , writting pain through feeble words and screaming in silence and also getting judge for my silence
Smile on my face, tuck away my pain
Sparkle in my eyes , hiding my tears
Sounds of my giggle,suppress my scream
Scars on my skin cure ,but not the cause
Want to say many things but preffer to same
My life seems to be perfect but in reality its all messed up.