Another Bad Day

When she cuts her wrist
she cries the same brutal tears
and bleeds the same crimson blood
and her thoughts just slip away.

She remembers all the hurt,
she remembers all the pain,
she hopes that she will survive her life
she can't just slip away.

People make fun of her,
with cruelty they laugh,
about her clothing, looks, and smile,
and even what she doesn't have.

But of course she puts on a show,
and jokes right along,
but when the days over
to her room she runs; at home.

So once again she cuts her wrist,
to make the frustration go away,
but tomorrow she will face the world again,
and have another bad day.