She had the perfect life,
All of the right friends,
her boyfriend and her were like Barbie and Ken.

Money and family all there,
clothes were perfect even her hair,
maybe some enemies, along the way,
to her it was always a good day.

Her future was preplanned,
To be an intelligant stay at home wife,
All other good memories or thoughts were barred,
As she slowly walked over,
and grabbed a knife.

The hot tears came to her face,
It's not the 1st time she's cried,
She cut her wrist at an unsure pace,
wishing she could die.

Pressured from her peers,
She did the drugs,
Drank the beers.

She covered it up with dumb lies,
But the cuts and scars built up inside.

The truth was always hidden,
Her un perfect life would stay forbidden.

Suicide she's tried,
Wishing to succeed,
To herself she lied,
for she had a perfect life indeed.
 
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