Many tears have come, and many tears have gone,
Although, the emotional torment, is something that still goes on,
The scars right there upon her wrist,
Was just an escape to get through all of this
She feels so confused, and she doesnt understand what's going on,
She doesnt really believe that she can stay strong.
She wants to do this on her own, but its so hard to lie,
What else can she do? But pretend and try her best not to cry.
She will pretend to be happy, and to get through this on her own,
She really doesnt want to burden the friends she has known,
She doesnt know what to do, but she really doesnt want to survive,
Whats the point in living, when you don't want to be alive?
She has many ways to end her life, many times she wishes she was dead,
She dreams of herself standing, with a gun against her head,
Or blood gushing out, of a wound cut too deep,
Either way she will fall into a deep sleep.
If she doesnt succeed the first time, she will just try again,
She will hide her thoughts to everyone, as well as her pain.
They will never know, how many times she lost the strength to fight,
And how many times, she been through a hard night.
She will hide all her thoughts, never let anyone inside,
She will build those walls up, and behind them she�ll hide,
She will smile when they see her, reply Im Fine if they ask,
They will never know the truth, because her smile will be her mask.
She will never let anyone in; she will get through this with her knife,
They will never know the truth, until, she ends her own life.
She will never let them know, what she feels inside,
And they will never know the reason behind her suicide.
