The Girl Who Lives With Pain

There once was a girl,
Who lived with pain,
No one knew her,
Not even her name,
She was crying,
She cutted,
She was always so happy,
But it was all a lie,
They asked her if she was ok,
She nodded and walked away,
She hides herself with a discuses,
No one really knows why,
She slowly dies from the inside out,
If only people would know what she’s about,
People say she’s a bitch or a whore,
She holds it in until she can’t take it anymore,
Every night she cries herself to sleep,
Listening to her slow heartbeat.