Dying inside

Family, something she searched all her life,
Something she never really had,
That's why she turned to the knife.

Cut by cut, day by day,
Crying on her bed,
As she watched her life pass away.

Her friends couldn't tell,
Under her smile,
Her life was not so well.

Even though she seemed alright,
No one knew,
She would cry to sleep at night.

Her dad never really cared,
Her mom played favorites,
Every minute her heart seemed to tear.

She couldn't take it anymore,
Her life had stopped,
She reached the core.

All she had to lose was her life,
She didn't feel,
Like that was a big price.

Her heart took a final beat,
As she reached for a blade,
She felt like she was in total defeat.

Straight through her broken heart,
She pushed the knife,
As fast and sharp as a flying dart.

She laid there cold,
And dying,
As she let the knife free from her hold.

Did she want to die like this?
filled with sadness,
And all those cuts on her wrist.

Her pain, her death, her final fate,
Was the only non-regret,
A way to get away from all the hate.

But why were they blind to see,
That suffering girl,
Was really, truly me?

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