Gone by July

She watches as her life passes,
Her past haunts her dreams,
Her arms covered in gashes,
In her head she screams,
Cutting deeper,
As the tears roll down her cheeks,
Her future falls to ashes,
It’s happiness she seeks,
As the blade cuts,
Her pain weakens,
As the floorboard creaks,
Her heart races,
Hiding her evidence,
Putting things back in there places,
The door opens.
But all they see is a lie,
Fake smiles and long sleeves,
Why doesn’t anyone see?
That she could be gone by July.