She d0esnt.

Terrified little girl,
Alone at night,
Looks in the mirror,
What a frightening sight.

Her blackened eyes,
And dull smile,
Things have been like this,
For a while.

She doesn't like being talked about,
Doesn't like attention,
Leave her out,
She doesn't want a mention.

If you are going to care,
If thats what you decide,
Don't expect to see her,
Shes run away to hide.

Look,
At the scars upon her wrists,
Everyday she wishes,
They didn't exist.

Tonight will be her final goodbye,
And we wont see her again,
Just a fading picture,
Of her fastly increasing pain.