She once was the perfect daughter
who would do anything she had to..
But no one knew the pain she held
the smile that always fooled you...
Her arms were always covered up
with her black and blue sweaters..
She held that smile of pure gold
no matter what change in weather..
Her wrists held the scars and cuts
but she always helped others in pain..
She listened day after day of their problems
but still never once did she complain.
She knew as long as they were happy
then it didn't matter that she was dying..
Hiding herself from others alone
hidden in her room cold and crying.
She knew as along as they smiled
it didn't matter if she was in pain.
Cause she knew if they found out
then everything around her would change.
But all that seem to change that day
when she couldn't hold in her pain
Sitting outside crying to the world
the tears being washed away with rain.
She held her razor blade tightly
thinking of all the mistakes she made.
Knowing she was a failure in life
the agony inside never did fade.
She sliced her arms with a design
cutting I'm sorry on her red wrists.
Feeling weak she fell to her knees
as the ground hit her clenched fists.
Her mother and father cried
because they couldn't find their baby girl.
Crying themselves to sleep at night
every thing's now crashed down their world.
She has still yet to be found
all that's left is a little note.
The black inked smeared
this is what their daughter wrote.
'Dear mama and daddy
I'm afraid you'll never find me..
But don't worry I'll be alright
cause I know I'm finally free..
I'll be with you in your dreams
I'll be there with you in your prayers..
Just because I'm not there beside you
it doesn't mean I'm not there..
I'm in a safe place now I promise
don't make finding me your world..
I love you always mama and daddy
forever I will be your baby girl..'
She lays there happy now
her wings shredded and torn..
The blood lays there wet and dripping
form the white lace dress she worn..
She knew it's what she had to do
the happiness in their lives she had to keep.
As she lays there secluded in a far place
dying in this world for she cut too deep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.