A Way To Cope

She had lots of friends, and she was always smiling.
But what most people couldn't see, was that she was slowly dying.
Dying from her fear, regret, and pain, slowly dying, living her life in shame.

She didn't like her past, she didn't like it at all.
Her whole life had seemed as if, it was just one huge fall.
A fall through separation, heartbreak, and tears.
A fall through trauma it lasted many years.

There were some people in which she confided all of her trust.
They made her feel really good, but soon left her heart to rust.
The rust eventually snapped her heart, it only made things worse.
She often wondered why she was, stricken with such a curse.

Now she lies in her room, with the same old feeling.
She battles with ONE LAST THING, she has problem with dealing.
Dealing with her lies, dealing with her mistakes.
Dealing with frustration and everything she has to take.

She deals with long lost memories, she wonders about her fate.
Now all there is left to find, is an exit left to escape.

She went into the kitchen, and opened the top drawer.
She pulled out a knife and cried,"I just don't want to be here anymore!"
She slid the sharp edge, slid it down her thin wrist.
The blood helped her drain out the past, and everything she had missed.

And now she sees, that it's just too bad.
She can't stop the blood, and will soon lose everything she had.

It's over.
She lost her life, her goals, and her dreams.
She lost everything great that she never knew, it seems.

Her spirit now walks, along the smooth edges of the shore.
What she thought about herself, she doesn't think anymore.
She looks down at her arm, she sees the red intention.
She then thought to herself, that her ending was her invention.

She looks down again, this time seeing something she thought was beautiful.
They were only signs, that her struggle was too difficult.

She rose her head, she glanced out over the sea.
She began to smile, she was finally free.

She was proud of herself, and the scars that were left.
Instead of thinking in a negative way, she thought at her best.

Her scars, she realized, were signs of tarnished hope.
She was proud of herself, she had finally found her way to cope.

(this poem was written by my friend Amy and itll mean alot to her if you vote on it, thanx)