Written in her journals
Are the thoughts
That she cant explain
But shell try to tell them
But the people will run
From her pain.
Until she finds someone
Someone who listens
someone she trusts
And he will save her
From the thoughts
She writes in her journal
But this story will turn
And he will leave
And her thoughts will turn to stories
Written on her wrists
She will start with scrathes, and pins
Until she turns to blades
And blood
But the story turns again
And she meets her superman
And no one knows how the story must end
For superman, is still writing the end.
