She picks up the blade, and the tears stream down.
That smile she had?
It was painted on like a clown's.
She takes that blade and runs it across her wrist.
It's the only thing that makes her feel like she exists.
She wants to forget about the day.
She just wants everything to be okay.
She's sick of the drama and tired of the lies.
Deep down inside, she wishes to die.
She hopes for joy, and prays for peace.
But most of all, she wants someone to see the pain she keeps hidden underneath.
