This is a repost but I wrote a little something: The red colors on her hair reminded her of the blood that was smeared on the blade and against her thighs. Her black hair with the red in it was beautiful but the red blood coming out of her skin did not. She'd look at her hair and smile, but when she shed look down at her legs a frown would appear. She did not like the memories her scars would bring up. Within each scar remained a secret. A secret she'd never tell anyone. A secret that only she knew. The secrets she'd write down in a book would soon be revealed. But only to the one she loved. Her smile was considered a scar to her. But this scar held lies rather than true secrets. It'd stay on her face for a long time, and sometimes when she'd be alone it would fade. Instead of blood rolling down her smooth skin it was tears. These secrets were her fake feelings. She lied about being happy, but sometimes the smiles showed that she was #poem #writing #different by _creative_monster_