I can't believe it took me this long to see
That the tears rolling down her cheek were because of me.
She likes to hide her emotions,
Thinking that hiding is the potion to all this commotion.
She thinks inflicting pain on herself will save her,
But really it's digging a grave for her,
She is good at hiding the scars on her wrist,
But the hate and pain inside her is growing like a cyst.
She doesn't want to be here anymore;
She is knocking on death's door.
She is done, she can't take it any more, the towel is on the floor,
She kneels down to pray, and ...