All the Same

She wears long sleeves
All year long
So no one knew
Theres something wrong

She never wears shorts
In fear someone will see
All of the things
That she will never be

She stays quiet
Afraid the secret will slip
About all the times
She tried to quit

She goes home
And locks her door
She doesn't want to be
Part of the world anymore

She turns the music up
And finds her razor
Ready for relief
To consume her

She takes the razor
Drags it across her wrist
And for that brief momment
The world doesn't exist

She cleans up the mess
Lays back down on her bed
Thousands of thought
Racing through her head

She stares at the ceiling
And cries herself to sleep
Dreaming of dying
And cutting herself deep

She wakes up in the morning
And it's all the same
Wondering if there is ever
An end to this game