The truth behind the face

The tears flow down her cheeks,
they're nothing knew, she's used to it by now.
she's holding the knife in one hand, trying to think.
she's wondering when her life became this complicated and how.

Maybe it was the time she got dumped by that boy,
he broke her heart apart,
playing with it like it was some kind of toy.
but that was just the start.

or maybe it was that time when her friend was leaving her forever,
and she just couldn't take it,
she thought about the time when they said they'd be friends forever,
but that soon faded.

or maybe it was that time when her favourite teacher died,
it left her heart broken into a million pieces,
she couldn't put it back together, as hard as she tried.
and she knew that she'd never hear him speak.

or maybe it was that time when she had a big fight with her parents,
over something stupid and small,
she felt like her parents would like it if she just left,
they wouldn't mind at all.

or maybe it ws that time when she failed her exam,
even though she studied for hours,
her mark just didn't seem fair.
if only she tried harder.

or maybe it was that time when she was contemplating suicide.
and noone was there to help her,
help her with her messed up life,
and help her rebuild her world.

or maybe it was that time when she felt all alone,
and noone was there,
noone comforted her over the phone,
no one cared.

and then i realise, that girl is me.

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