There is a girl who sits in the corner
Her heart cries out
There are people all around her
But no one seems to hear her shout
She wants someone to lend a hand
But when she opens up
Nobody wants to understand
As her mouth opens up in a silent wail for help
What do you call it when you feel so alone?
When you’re in your own house but it don’t feel like home?
When you look back in your life and every choice you made seems wrong?
When the wait to die seems too long
When you smile and laugh but you know it’s all a show?
When you feel you’ve hit your all time low?
What do you call it when all you feel is pain?
When your loved ones look at you and all they see is shame?
So she waits until the sun finally sets
And she opens up once more
This time not in words
But in more than one sore
So once again she takes a razor to her vein
Without flinching or feeling no pain
She sits there emotionless
Blood pouring from her wrist
She’s in distress
But she gives in to the feeling she can no longer resist
Looking into the mirror
Hoping that’s not her
Scars all over her arms
Tears falling from her eyes
All her life she’s been taunted
Made a fool by others
Never truly befriended
Lied to and used by “friends”
Now she cuts herself daily
Kinda her routine
Escaping from all those who are mean
No one knows her true story
No one knows her life
No one knows her pain
No one knows about the knife
Because at the moment she’s invisible
And no one notices she’s there