The girl under influence

The girl who cries and cuts her wrists is the same girl who smiles and has tons of friends.
She has her own problems but yet she pushes by and mends others.
The words never slip off her tongue and pass through her teeth afraid that she will be discovered.
The scars on her wrists spell words of what she calls herself.
In the morning she grabs her jacket and hides them with caution.
No matter the heat she will never reveal her arms to you.
She has no one to trust and truly believes no one loves her.
In fact, she thinks no one ever will.
She writes in her diary at night planning her death carefully and eagerly.
Making no mistakes, she takes her diary and stuffs it deep under her mattress;
Making sure her family will be unable to find it.
She tucks herself under her blankets, shoves her face into the pillow, and cries herself to sleep.
To her this is the same daily routine.
Nothing ever changes, but if it does it only gets worse.
There is no hope in her what so ever and saving her is impossible.
But at least she can say she tried.