Looking into the mirror
Hoping that's not her
Scars all over her arms
Eyes filled with misery.
Tears falling from her eyes
Crying out from all of her pains
And when she closes her eyes
The horrible image remains.
All her life she's been taunted
And made a fool by others
Being beaten by her father
Yelled at from her mother.
She cuts her self daily
Kinda her routine
Finding joy from her blood
Escaping from all those who are mean.
But stopped as she saw her reflection
Seeing all the blood flow
Screaming from the inside
Dying was her soul.
Trying to stop the blood
But it was just too much
Getting weaker and weaker
From each and every drop.
When her parents found her body
They didn't care a bit
They dug a hole in the back yard
And threw her body inside it.
They told people she ran away
And said they were very sad
But deep inside
They were really glad.
Know one knew the true story
Know one knew her life
Know one knew her pain
Know one knew about the knife
-Stacey Jayne
