Cherry Flavored lip gloss,
Blue eyeliner and mascara,
Mini skirt, tight shirt,
Perfect life, like no other,
Lots of friends, boyfriend,
Money, family, good grades,
No one would guess,
that she hated life,
Hated being around,
Wanted to be different,
Wanted to blend in,
But she stuck out,
She may have friends,
But her best friend,
Was something that,
Couldn't talk to her but,
It's action was clear,
Red slits along her wrists,
Cuts along her ankle,
Blood staining her sheets,
Covering all her cuts,
With her designed clothes,
She keeps living,
Her so called, "happy" days,
And just her and,
Her best friend,
They're the only ones,
Who know her secret,
No one will ever guess,
What she does at night,
Slit by slit, deeper and deeper,
Between her and the blade,
It's their big secret..
 
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