She wishes they could see the pain she holds in her heart,
How soon the balance of it will all fall apart.
So many nights she's sat and cried,
But tonight's different. I think her soul actually died.
She hears screams in her mind telling her to be strong,
But this struggle for her life's taking too long.
Her bleeding body can't stand the pain,
For so long ago she went insane.
A smile across her face,in light, she does possess,
But as dusk begins, her sins she must confess.
It's like every inch of her soul has been ripped to shreds
And all the happy thoughts have been put to bed.
It's kinda hard to explain a feeling like this,
Because on and on would go the list.
Surrounded with thoughts and all you hear is her plea,
It's similar to the fog, cloudy with nothing to see.
The body becomes numb, all faith lost.
This is now the price, the horrible cost.
Back to daylight, that frown she must fix,
For pretending to happy must come in the mix.
Maybe one day they will catch on and see,
That this broken girl's poem is all about me.
