Fun to be around; polite and so nice,
Who couldve guessed she lives this horrible life.
Aching with sadness; feels colder than ice,
Emotional pain that hurts like a knife.
Everyday she wakes up; covers her face with a mask,
All of her problems shell hide.
She puts on a fake smile no one can see past,
Can't hear the cries she holds inside.
Every experience has left a scar,
On her fragile, unstable mind.
Haunted by depression; don't know what lifes for,
Happiness is something she prays shell soon find.
Each day after acting happy; she finally comes home,
Goes in her room and locks the door.
Now she can lay and cry all alone,
Inhaling tears; sprawled out on the floor.
Nothing matters; shes losing sight,
Of why she should live; she needs a reason why.
Now hard times dont seem worth the fight,
And all this girl wants to do is die.
At night she hopes not to wake from her sleep,
So theres no more pain that shell have to face.
Each crisis feels like a blade cutting deep,
She just wants to be rid of this horrible place.
On her soaking-wet pillow; she rests her head,
And trembles; drowning in sorrow.
For hours she is just sobbing in bed,
Knowing this will happen again tomorrow.
