There is this girl,
this poor sad girl.
Sitting in her room with the lights out, the music blaring so no one can hear her screams of sadness.
Her mascara is running and she whisper "i can't keep this charade up any longer".
She gets wicked thoughts in her head that dieing would be make everyone's lives easier.
This girl,
this poor sad girl.
If only people knew, the sadness she carries on her shoulders everyday.
The regret she has on her mind everyday.
She wished she was younger again,
when she was naive and the world was a beautiful place.
This girl,
no matter what inner demons shes battling inside she has a great outer appearance.
Like nothing ever bothers her.
This poor girl,
this poor sad girl.
If only she could be happy again.
