What You Don't Know (Extended Version) +1

I know I have this poem posted 2 times already. One is the original and the other is extended but I was writing another poem that should be done in the next few days. Anyways I was writing it and I came up with a stanza that I felt would fit perfectly in this one. So I hope you like the new stanza :)

She closes her eyes,
So you dont know she's crying.
She turns away,
So you dont know she's lying.

She cuts through her wrists,
But you can't hear her screams.
She keeps her voice silent,
So you don't know her dreams.

You don't know she's hurting,
Cause she fakes every smile.
And wipes off her blood,
From every little tile.

What you don't know is,
She carries a knife in her fist.
She uses it as a paintbrush,
And for a canvas, her wrist.

When they talk behind her back,
They think they can't be heard.
She tries to ignore them,
But hears every word.

She wakes in the moring,
But can't face her fears.
She stays silent,
As she wipes away her tears.

She covers her scars,
With the bracelets she must wear.
And tries to live her life,
Without a single care.

She tries to live,
Through everyday.
And remember that God,
Can hear her pray.

What you don't know whith guys,
They hurt her everytime.
And she's starting to fade,
Like a bell and its chime.

She wants to love you,
But she's scared of trying.
She stays alone,
So you don't know she's dying...