Just something.

Suicide note.

Today I told my parents

A story about a broken girl.

How she faked a smile

Everyday

To let no one notice how sad

She truly was.

How she cried herself to sleep

Night by night

Wondering whether he mum will see

The marks that her dried

Teardrops had left.

How she was never comfortable

With herself

That she even tried to cut

How she wished

Every morning she was dead.

And the only thing

Keeping her alive

Was a band

She fell in live with

And they kept telling her

How beautiful she was.

And how she wished

She could tell them

What they have done for her.

And how I wished

My parents would know

That this story

Was about

Their own little girl.