Misery, anger, shame, hate-
She knew that no one else could relate.
Thinking of her friends with perfect homes-
She sits in her room all alone.
Staring down at the blade-
All her memories slowly fade.
No one realizes who she is-
When she's by herself, not with her friends.
She puts the blade to her arm-
Not wanting to cause too much harm.
She remembers what this is all about.
Her problems, her worries, her angers, her fears-
Thinking of everything, her eyes fill with tears.
Her problems one-by-one slowly seeping out-
As blood trickles down her arm she feels certainty, not doubt.
Relief overcomes her, her problems solved for now.
It's a secret she must keep from everybody, but how?
She still goes to school everyday-
Her friends oblivious to her problems, it's better that way.
They think she's the one who's been perfect all these years-
Not knowing of her depression, of her problems, or fears.
She can't ever tell them, they'd never accept it-
They wouldn't understand why she did it, they just wouldn't get it.
She'll continue on, pretending everything's alright-
Ignoring the troubles inside of her, the ongoing fight.
Her problems, her worries, her angers, her fears-
Thinking of her life and what she just did, her eyes fill with tears.
