With a smile apon.You see her face with a smile upon,When really she's thrown into something worse than fateShe's In the world of Despair, with only pain and deathBlackness all around cold as deathShe wishes to fell as no other can feel, The horrid pain,The wonderful life death bringsSomething of wonder and self exploring. . .Despair can we all live with it?The beautiful color of darkness, aloneness the deathThe smell, the pain, the horrid wonderful life. . . .
Only a small part...Only a small part of me tells a story,The scars,The blood,The cuts.My marks show my true life and how I feelThe true story of my lifeHow it smiles as it bleeds the rednessHow the razor slices slowly on the pale skinThe way it brings a smile.She looked upon the scars ,cuts, and bloodAnd smiles at the stories of why she does what she doesHow it makes her feel so alive.A Small fraction of life tells you who I am.
Wearing a smile. She wears a smile everywhere she goeswhen inside here head is raging hatred for how she is.She smiles so no one knows the pain and hate she feels.So no one can hurt but her.