Inside Out

She tries.

And she tries.

Everything she does is wrong.

Every yell hurts like a fresh new cut.

Every screw up, makes the tears come down harder.

Everytime she thinks of life she thinks of life, she thinks of death.

And this puts a smile on her face, because she knows that every day she dies.

A little more on the inside, it may not show on the out, but she can feel it on the in.

She waits and she hopes that this day comes sooner for her then it will for most.

She cant take this bleeding and waiting, she just wants it done and over with.

She want to feel: Pain, hurt, sadness, scared,afraid, nervouse,worried.. No more..