This girl you see,
she isn't me.
She doesn't cry,
she doesn't see.
That death is a natural thing we need.
So when I cry.
this girl proceeds,
to live her life pretending to be,
Something she's not and never see's,
the cries, the pain, of the inner being.
She doesn't notice, she never will.
She'll hold it in till she takes a spill,
and when it hits her,who she is.
It hurts so bad she has to end this.
She realizes this isn't her and it's time to go..
her turn...
So as she picks up the knife gently shaking,
scared of the choices she may be making.
She carefully slits a line so tender,
as she watches the blood, her life she shall surrender.
With her one last breathe she laughs so hard.
She says.......
"While I end my life, please have no reg...ard."
And she is gone with one last shot of pain.
The memory left of her is a note to obtain,
And all it says was three words and a name.
"I never cried" from a girl ashamed.
