She wore long sleeves to cover up her scars
She didn't want anyone to see her pain
She knew they wouldn't understand
She knew they'd take her suffering in vain

"She had no reason to cut herself "
She figured that's what they'd say
She wrapped herself in society's lies
She forged a smile every day

She wakes up every morning
And puts make-up on her face
To hide her hollow eyes
That drip tears of poisoned waste

She curls her hair all over
To help hide her fractured features
Who'd believe such sorrow
Could come from such a creature

She stands before a mirror
Not knowing what she'll see
A stranger staring back at her
She dropped down on her knees

This girl, she's never seen before
So sickly pale and thin
Bleeding through her sleeves
Revealing her horrid sin

So afraid of her own reflection
She throws a book into the glass
She covers herself with her arms
As it showers down in mass

She sits there amoung the shards
That lay jagged on the floor
Picks up a piece and cuts her wrists
And bleeds a little more

And blood so warm slides down so cold
Upon her pale white skin
Such bitter sweet happiness
For such a morbid end



 
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