There is a girl
who sits in class and laughs
Shes crazy,
always smiling
There's a girl
She gets good grades
try's pretty hard
but she knows
she'll never be as good as her brother
There's a girl
She has friends
They're great
For the most part
This girl
She has sides
Because you see
This girl
Is sad
This girl
Feels like she doesn't belong
Anywhere
This girl
Feels like no one understands
feels like no one listens
No one tries to hear her
She has good points
But people don't take the time to open up their ears
This girl
She cries all the time
This girl
wants to feel the burn of her hair curler
wants to feel the little rivers of Crimson run down her thighs
But she can't
Because she lives in fear of her parents finding out that she marked her skin, even after they told her to stop
Even after the therapist
Even after a year
Time doesn't numb pain
It doesn't make it stop
It just replaces the memories
But what if the memories that were supposed to replace were worse than the ones causing the pain in the first place
What then
There's a girl
Who is tired of being happy
Tired of trying
Tired of pretending
This girl
She's close
So close
But what about her friends
What about her family
They might not make her feel excepted
But she still doesn't want them to feel pain over her
But this girl
She's done
There was a girl
She smiled
She laughed
Her physical state just sang "happy"
But that girl
She wasn't
She didn't smile when she was alone in her room with the door closed.
She didn't laugh when her music was cranked up and no one could see her
She wasn't happy when she was in privet
She was a ticking bomb
And every tick
Was a reason she forgot about
And
When that last tick sounded
She did what bombs do
She exploded
