Coping .
She sat in a corner
And nobody cared.
They didn't understand
How much she was scared.
The brusies she sported
Were inside, not out,
But she didn't show it;
Not even a pout.
Every night in her room,
With her door locked tight ,
She would give up the mask;
She would lose the fight.
By her bloodsoaked pillow
Layed the razor blade.
She looked down at her wrist;
The pretty red shade.
She made one extra scar
Every night she cut,
And she kept on going;
It wasn't enough.
She kept trying to stop,
But she never could.
It was hard to break free;
It was leaves to her wood.
She still isn't able
To let go of this world,
But she's trying harder,
And making it work.
And nobody cared.
They didn't understand
How much she was scared.
The brusies she sported
Were inside, not out,
But she didn't show it;
Not even a pout.
Every night in her room,
With her door locked tight ,
She would give up the mask;
She would lose the fight.
By her bloodsoaked pillow
Layed the razor blade.
She looked down at her wrist;
The pretty red shade.
She made one extra scar
Every night she cut,
And she kept on going;
It wasn't enough.
She kept trying to stop,
But she never could.
It was hard to break free;
It was leaves to her wood.
She still isn't able
To let go of this world,
But she's trying harder,
And making it work.