You are lucky,
That she does not cut,
Or do drugs,
Violence,
Anorexia,
Bulimia
That she does not give in,
To the devil
You don't understand
"Are you ok?"
No,
She is not
Can't you tell?
Right now,
She is a prisoner in a man-made hell
You don't care,
How hard she tries
And that is perhaps what hurts the most
Her efforts do not equal the results,
That she receives in the end
You don't know
How many sacrifices have been made
Family,
Friends,
Love,
Life,
And for what price?
She doesn't want to be this way,
To cry out her sufferings everyday,
But she can't help it,
When she's living a life that's not worth living,
And this is the price she has to pay
