a smile

The beautiful smile descends on the outside of her gentle face, but pass that you see. Nothing wrong with her. Tears run down her rosy cheeks on the outside?

You hear her laugh and she seems happy from the outside, but that's all you can hear. She's screaming out for help on the inside?

She wears that perfume which makes her smell like a summer breeze, but have you ever thought that could be the scent of death inside of her?

Her skin soft, smooth, silk like a feather on the outside, but within her heart she is torn apart by the lies?

You taste her sweet lips when you kissing her, but have you ever realised that her lips might taste of blood?

You can tell she's happy on the outside
But what if you can't tell I'm dying on the inside?