She wears a mask,
She puts on a pretty face,
But inside she feels she nothing but a disgrace.
She hides her feelings,
Bottles it up.
Shes tearing inside with nothing to sew it up.
The wounds are getting bigger,
Nothing is healing.
Shes doing drugs but nothing can take away the feeling.
Shes in the bathroom nothing but puking,
Trying to get rid of the feeling.
She thinks as she passes out slowly,
To learn her limits and not drink as quickly.
