My Life, My Thoughts

Weak

It can't be true.
And it can't be safe.
This wall she put around her isn't staying in place.
The mask is falling.
And the truth is she's bawling.
This pain is too real.
And yet she has to deal.
She doesn't know how to feel.
The only way to cope,
Is to take a blade and stroke.
It's not the path she wants.
But things aren't always what you want.
This may seem odd.
But things aren't always right.
Don't turn away, don't turn a cheek.
It's her way of pleading.
Because there's no other way of pleasing,
This darkness that's causing her bleeding.