Self-Reflection

Why is it when she thinks
It's all nithiing but misery
And when she smiles
It's all fake
Nothing but a game she plays
Her life goals turn to dusk
And hell becomes a way of life
Her whole life is nothing but to make
Others happy
She fights herself
To keep the temptation away
But it keeps coming back
And the blade looks so welcoming to her
But only when her heart turns to stone
Does she look at the scars left on her arm
Just to remind her of the things she done
She so used to it shes become numb to it
But one of these days
Someone will show her something new
Until the she'll sit there waiting
With the weight od the world on her shoulders
And a fake smile on her face.