She said she was fine,
But it was oh, such a lie.
I knew that in truth
She just wanted to die.
She said she was happy
But I saw how she cried.
Every day, so alone
She'd sit sadly and sigh.
She said she was clean
But I saw the scars
That marred the skin
Up and down her arms.
And try to help though I may
She chose to whither away.
With such pain and misery
She sought not to stay.
