She couldn't look at herself, as others saw her,
They didn't know how things were,
They didn't know that inside she was dying,
She had to keep on playing this game, she had to keep lying,

She was bound to her words and her mind only,
Her days of dark were ever so lonely,
She sat by the window and watched the drops of rain,
She sat there in the mists of her pain,

To all of her friends she told a lie,
She said all was fine, inside she began to cry,
She was happy, or so they thought,
The pain, the anger, all of which she faught,

She scarred her arms, she cut and drew blood,
She cried tears, tears enough to floor,
She hid her wounds, no one would see,
This was the way she lived, the way she was meant to be,

She was sitting in her world of pain,
It was like a dragon, waiting to be slain,
The shards of her life are all that remain,
She was beautiful, she had a good brain,

She was told all of this,
They knew if she left she'd be truly missed,
She couldn't take the pain,
She cried her tears of rain,

But she stays, she stays for the good of her best friend,
She had wounds, that would eventually mend,
For now she has the words of her friends,
They're the ones who are there, the ones who defend.
 
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