Neither the grin nor the scars.

By deadinsidesmileoutside

Bring out the worst in me.
There's no time.
I don't want this any more than you.
Suck out what's left of my soul.--
I sold it to the devil; he took it away.
Blame me, blame my actions.
I deserve it anyway.
The hypocrite - he smirks.
His grin never fades; so does my scars.
Kill me with a smile,
Like all the other times.

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Copyright 2020 deadinsidesmileoutside
Published on Monday, May 18, 2020.     Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"
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  • 13sonsofgod On Sunday, June 14, 2020, 13sonsofgod (939)By person wrote:


  • xaviersolo On Tuesday, May 19, 2020, xaviersolo (12)By person wrote:

    Nice poem! The wait itself is more painful than what is to come I guess. Like a person on death row, the actual moment of suffering is very small compared to the agony of waiting for the day.

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