She wanted to be skinny,
Just wanting to be pretty...

The only time she was happy,
Was when she was dreaming of dying...

I'm sorry for everything,
I'm sorry I left...

Laying in shadows,
Never sleeping...

Question:
What is wrong with me, I really need to know...

I say I'm lucky in life,
Cos, i have one less fear...

The Bruises fade,
From where you used to hit me...

I should not be here
Not that any one would care...

Make- up packed on my face
To cover up those slap marks and bruises...

This is not a poem just something I need to say
I know some of my friends read my stuff on here...

A smile upon my lips
A lie, fake...

You said you loved me
You said you would never leave...