The days were long
full of drama
full of frustration
the days were always gloomy
empty & lonely
longing for someone to love me
truly & deeply
someone to trust
with anything i might say
wishing they'd be real to me
the two people i really needed
were never really there
growing dark inside
dieing everyday
& when things got to much
she'd leave class regularly
to spend time in the girls bathroom
locked in the stall,as the tears ran down
punching the wall as hard as she can,till her knuckles bled
she'd take the blade of a sharpener using it
wishing it'd be the last day she'd have to bleed
wearing the punk band to hide the cuts
the pain was blissful
but the scars stayed
& so did the reasons for ever starting
growing obsessed,with this new found pain
never really wanting to stop
watching the blood trail,closing her eyes
praying for someone to reach out for her
she just grew more broken,more hurt then anything
knowing they'd never wanna help her.
never wanted to face what was happening to this little girl
till the years past,& the scars grew from her wrists to other places
& then just one day she stopped
but the thoughts,& temptations never stopped
they grew stronger with every passing day
tired,& giving up,tears dried
nothing left to give,nothing left to fight for
with all the battles,she can barely stand on her own two feet
but she stands,still fighting,but at the same time,she's totally gone
she's still that lonely & hurting little girl,locked up in her own hell,a place were blood flows every day,were she cries constantly
were no one understood her
they only judged her
they turned what should have been the best time of her life
into pure hell
making up stories,that now she wished were true
but knowing that she couldn't ever let them win
wishing this whole time,she'd had been as weak as many others
life just doesn't seem to be worth living,anymore
never felt alive,just full of poison,pain & hate
