She lives her life, and no one can see
The pain dwelling inside her, Shes dying to be free
The girls on magazines, beautiful and thin
She so desperately longs, to look just like them
Shes losing herself, She feels like a nothing
Im fading to grey, Wont somebody love me?
She looks in the mirror, With anger in her eyes
She rolls her sleeve up, and turns to the knife
The pain on the inside is much harder to bear,
Than the pain she inflicts, long sleeves she wears
Hiding the scars from the hurt that shes endured
Whos she become? Well, Shes not really sure
She seems to be perfect, cheerful, bright and sane
What no one sees through, is the game that she plays
She makes it through the day, with a fake smile on her face
She runs to her room, then latches the door
She sheds a single tear, and pulls out the drawer
Without second thoughts, she picks up the knife
Takes off her jacket, and closes her eyes
A vicious cycle, repeats itself again
Sometimes she ponders, will this ever end?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem