Every day for her was another fight
then coming home to more stress and yelling every night
she really, truly wanted to die
but she showed no sign of it, held her head high
this girl was strong despite her painful life
she would never cry...but she did have her knife...
the blood would run down her arm and she would stare
she knew these scars would last forever, but she didn't care
sometimes tears dropping hurt worse than the blood
but if she had been crying it would have been a flood
every time the blade would drain a little more life away
she knew she could keep up her act for just one more day
too bad her broken soul sould not be fixed with tears, blood, or even tape...
she was trapped inside a ruined life and she knew there was no escape
this one goes out 2 some of my friends...u know who you are.
