Poetry

No One Knows

When I look in the mirror,

I hope that's not me.

She has scars all over her arms,

and eyes filled with misery.

Tears falling from my eyes,

I cry out from all her pain.

I squeeze my eyes shut,

but the horrible image remains.

Her whole life she's been taunted,

made a fool of by others.

She was abandoned by her father,

and is never good enough for her mother.

She cuts herself so often

that it has become a routine.

She finds joy in her blood,

and refuge from those who are mean.

But she stopped as she saw her reflection,

watching the blood flow.

I screamed on the inside,

dying was my soul.

She tries to stop the blood,

but its just to much to stop.

She feels weaker and weaker,

with each and every drop.

When her mother finds her body,

she won't care a bit.

She'll dig a hole in the backyard,

and put her body inside of it.

She'll tell everyone I ran away,

and pretend to be sad.

But deep inside,

she'll really be glad.

No one knows the true story.

No one knows my life.

No one knows my pain.

No one knows about the knife.