Complicated Lullabies

Love or hate, deception or lies?
Has no one told you she keeps it inside?
Locked away, in her heart they hide
Becoming Miserable, making her cry.

Blood on her tattered clothes making a stain
No one can see when she cries in the rain
The brusies will fade, but her scars still remain
Bad thoughts deep within is the source of her pain

She acts as if she's ok, but her boiling blood steams
Inisde she's not as happy as she seems
She kills herself inside her dreams,
But you wouldn't guess..that girl is me.