She was trapped,
She was fragile,
She was insecure,
She was feeble,
But to them she was in control,
She was weak,
She was scared,
She was misunderstood,
She was misjudged,
But she still smiled,
She was shattered,
She was broken,
She cries, every night,
But no one cares,
She's like glass,
She's in pieces,
She's afraid someone will get hurt trying to fix her,
She's Leonardo Da Vinci,
And her wrists are the pages while her razor is the paintbrush.
Please steal my pain.
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