Her True Color's Poem by Marie Murdar

For a girl who looks so happy, who smiles and laughs.
She is a girl who cries her self to sleep.
Who causes herself to feel pain for relief
Who considers suicide.
Who doesn't understand the point in life
Who has given up hope.
Who doesn't believe in happiness.
All she has ever known is pain.
All she has ever known is how to cry.
How to slide that blade along her wrist.
She can only see darkness.
It consumes her.
It comforts her.
It breaks her.
It tears her apart.
Inside out.
But she cant escape.
But in reality.....
does she really want to?
Fact is...
she has no idea anymore.