Another Day

September 2, 2011
By JessiMalaini BRONZE, Cartersburg, Indiana
JessiMalaini BRONZE, Cartersburg, Indiana
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The more sadness clouds my mind,
The more the razor starts to cry.
It wants to seek the blood it soon will find,
And bury the truth behind the lies.
So many people I care about,
So many people have not a doubt.
They believe the lies I've told,
And know not that my blood runs cold.
I know not why I'm sad,
Only that it makes him mad.
I put on my happy face,
And walk out the door, for I have another day to face.

The author's comments:
I got really depressed one day and the words just started flowing out of my pen.

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