She

She lies there crying
no specific reason she knows
so many tears form
like a river it flows

during the day she's fine
at least she pretends to be
she doesn't open up
doesn't let them see

she's not scared of what they'll think
not scared of what they'll say
she just has no one there for her
who she can talk to in that way

sitting all alone
watching the days go by
her thoughts all a mess
and she doesn't know why

bad upbringing maybe?
bad experiences through life?
bad habits she's got into
when she took hold of the knife

the reason's unimportant
she doesn't care herself
she's screaming for help
but she cant move her mouth

when they appear
she smiles a happy smile
but in her eyes there's pain
and the smile only lasts a while

she's given up now
has no reason to hang on
she used to still have hope
but for her it's now long gone.