She Thought It Was Just a Phase

she was so young
she thought it
was just a
phase

she thought she
could stop
it all on
her own.

yet every time
she would lock
herself away
the pain would
come and she
would throw
everything
away.

she grabs the
blade that is
just so nice.
she smiles
and begins
to slice.

with every cut
they get deeper
and deeper
when finally
she stops.
she looks
at her art
and smiles
with satisfaction.

nothing can be
as pretty.
not even art.
she goes out
into the world
like nothing
is wrong
everyone smiles
she puts on a mask
of happiness

but little does
everyone know
shes not
everything
they wanted her
to be..shes the
child..who crys to
sleep.

who cuts so deep.
who cant even speak..