A new day a rises,
Hoping for a better start,
She paints her face,
And puts on her clothes,
Only to be just another face,
Crying out to be heard,
She lays ignored just like the rest,
Wanting each day to be different,
Nothing will ever change,
Her scares ignored,
Everyone to afraid to see the truth..
Laying in bed,
Waiting to die,
The blood from her wrists forms a blanket,
Crying to herself,
Maybe now everyone will see,
She was more then just another face,
She was some one much more then that,
But in a society like hers,
The truth is ignored,
And she becomes just another girl,
That is now buried 6 feet under...
