She’s Inferno

She is living
Stomach in knots
Wrist with scars
Pocket full of drugs
Keeps an eye out for the sun
She’s living
But her life has not begun

She is smiling
Eyes are lying
Plush lips are moving
Trivial words keep spilling
Dips her hand in the wormhole
She’s smiling
But deep down she’s inferno

She’s living but her life has not begun
She loves me but she won’t know I’m the one

Poem is mine. Image is not.
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