Just the same story

Lieing in bed she draws endlessly
Of what she has always wanted to be
Her hands bring to life her dreams
Of what she can never be

Her pen flows onto paper
Like slices of her wrist
She writes what she feels
That is to never to be revealed

Siting on the computer
Talking to her friends
Its so easy to fake with out a face
So easy to type a lie

It will be her downfall

Always on that ledge
Sitting on that endless fence
Undecided, of what to do
So confused with what she goes though

It’s the same sad story
So many go though
Walls so high, to thick
And they wonder why

*quite bad, but i was bored so this was the resault*