Sometimes

The years slip slowly by her,
Hidden behind these walls.
Each year full of past memories,
Time just waiting for her to fall.

They laugh at her sick attempts,
To pry away from this life,
They call her meaningless names,
Hiding behind her knife.

Maybe it doesn't solve anything,
Maybe it makes people mad,
Maybe it takes her closer to the edge,
Maybe it was what they " could have had. "

All she wants is someone,
To tell her that they care,
Someone that won't leave her side,
Someone who will always be there.

They drift away before the time is up,
And vanish before she's through,
Telling them how much she needs them,
Telling them she just doesn't know what to do.

Sick games and twisted minds,
Cause her to keep everything in,
Some day you'll see the real her,
And maybe the time will begin.

Sometimes she feels like she doesn't matter,
Sometimes she feels like she's not real,
Sometimes she feels invisible,
Sometimes she wishes she couldn't feel.

Sometimes she falls too hard,
Sometimes she breaks in two,
Sometimes she laughs at them,
Sometimes she knows what to do.

She cries herself to sleep,
Drifting silently into the night,
She dreams of serenity,
And everything is white.

She's falling faster,
And dreaming more,
About things that will never happen,
About ending the score.

Sometimes she tells them off,
Sometimes she absorbs what they say,
Sometimes she knows,
That she'll be okay, someday.