The Note

She lies, to hide the things; she doesn't want them to know,
She smiles to hide, the feelings she doesn't want to show,
She lies to loved ones and people that "care"
But the truth is something they couldn't handle to hear.

She sits down quietly in her room,
Writing the letter that will convince them of her gloom,
She hasn't got it perfect but it's nearly just right,
All she's really telling them is she can no longer stand to fight.

The knife has become, her very best friend.
It's the only thing she needs to make it the end.
She lies on her bed, barely staying awake.
Sooner or later they will realize they made a mistake.

The act of betrayal hurts more than one,
If only they knew, the pain wasn't at all fun.
She has had enough, of the pretending and lies,
She really doesn't understand why she even bothers to try.

She has finally giving up, she will commit to the end,
The only thing she really needs is her best friend.
The final cut that she will try to make,
If she fails she will just do another take.

There are millions of ways that she could end her life,
Maybe she won't have to use her knife.
She could always overdose like she's been trying to do,
But would they understand, even though they never knew.

They never ever thought she would end up doing something like this.
Maybe her cry for help was something they just missed.
They will never know, the final words she spoke,
All they have left are the remains of her suicide note.

"To Whom It May Concern, is what she wrote,
I am sorry but now, this is my suicide note.
I can not handle the pain, and my tears just keep running
Who can I believe? When the lies just keep on coming.

I feel so lost, confused and alone,
I really don't believe I even have a home.
I may have looked happy when I was out with my friends,
But that was just an act all I did was pretend.

Yes I may have become good at lying,
But only because deep down I felt like dying.
I know these things may be hard for you to hear.
But you could have realized if you truly did care.

So this is it, my final goodbye,
I would like to apologize, please don't cry,
I am sorry for the outcome, and this terrible mess,
But I couldn't stand being here, that I confess."

The note was found, pinned to the locked door,
Her body was found, sprawled out on the floor.
The Incisions on her wrist, proved that she felt so alone,
The reason behind them will forever be unknown.

The tracks of her tears were left on her face,
And suddenly her smile, seemed so out of place.
If you looked at bit close, I bet you could see,
That this whole time, that girl had been me.