Iâ??m going to tell a story
About someone I know
Someone who kept the anger in
And refused to let it show
Someone who lived each day
A life she wanted to forget
Someone who would always do things
She knew she would regret
But still she held on
Even through the pain
Through the beatings and the blood
And the endless tears of shame
She didnt want to be weak
She wouldn't let them win
so she hid away the pain
by making marks upon her skin
and every tear she cried
she prayed for a release
she prayed to be rescued
for her soul to be at peace
they saw her scars
but still they couldnt understand
why she always ends her days
with the blade in her hand
so they pushed her even further
until no more she could take
they just kept on screaming
pushing her till shed break
