The blood.
The tears.
The screams of pain.
But no one hears them.
No one see them.
They see the girl but they don't see me.
They don't see what I'm hiding from the world.
Maybe I hide things really good.
They think I'm happy that I'm perfect.
But they don't see me.
I'm not happy I'm nowhere near perfect.
They don't see the pool of blood around my feet.
Don't see the flood of tears coming from my eyes.
My screams, my cries for help no one hears.
I guess I hide my pain to well.
No one ever thinks it is me who feels this way.
Maybe they think I don't even know how to think or feel this way.
But they are wrong.
The blood, the tears, the screams of pain.
No one sees.
No one hears.
The silent killer.
They see the girl but they don't see me.
See or hear my painful story I have to tell.
*** Just remember behind every girl there is a story. Some better than others but they all have to be told. Before its to late. ***
