random poem

This is part of a poem I found in my pencil case. 

I don’t recall when I wrote it… 

Through all the pain, she tries to smile 
but lacks the strength to go another mile.
“I’m sick of this,” she wants to yell,
but instead, just shuts up and puts on a smile.

She possesses a crippled heart wrapped in parchment skin
with tears filling her eyes to the brim.
Of solace and happiness, she can only dream
and on nobody she can lean. 

 

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