You see a girl with a smile on her lips
But you don't know about the scars on her wrist
She is so broken but acts so strong
It's all because she's been done wrong
She sits in her room and cries herself to sleep
If you ask her what's wrong you won't hear a peep
She lays there shedding many tears
Music is what she uses to disappear
It soothes her soul down to the core
Without it she would be no more

YOU ARE READING
When the heart betrays
PoetryDepression..........what more can I say? Not all poems are mine!