Smiling as life passes her by
trying to hide her urge to die
trying to deny
that she wants to end her life,
trying to escape the scars
that linger on her arm
in the presence of others saying she will be alright
when alone finding answers
in the knife,
cutting and slicing
through her tender wrist
the pain is something she can't resist.
trying to act sane
whilst blood flows out
and still no one can hear her shout.
she wears long shirts so no one sees
the scars she creates
and no one sees the pain caused by
the world which she hates.
slowly slipping away
she can't seem to find motivation to go on
the pain she faces has been going on for to long,
not sleeping, not eating
is part of her suffering
her demons are permanently tempting her
but its the pain she
receives that she does not deserve...
