She was..

She was the beautiful one
The one they wanted to be
But what they didnt know
This girl wanted to be free

She was the mature one
A mother to her friends
Alone yet surrounded by many
Why wouldnt the pain end

She was the sweet one
A heart big and full of gold
Waiting for true love
Letting her lies be sold

She was the proud one
Posture straight and tall
Crying to herself at night
With no one to hear her call

She was the popular one
Smile always making bright from blue
She was the dying star
That no one really knew

She was the strong one
That no one saw fail when try
She made depression look beautiful
Her bloody wrists matched her eyes