XxThirteenxX

Heart aches, Lost sweet hearts, and friends that don't care
Teenage drama that can't be controled
a Life lived that never wanted to be lived
She faked it her whole life hide her emotions

And promised she was ok, And smiled that smile
so faked but so convincing to the eyes of others
So young, so confused soon the blade became her friend
Not trying to hurt herself, but trying to control the pain

But then the night came, the night that made her snap
On the cold November night she went to her room
Tightly locked the door and wrote her goodbyes
Then she wrote her story a story unlike any other

This story not written with and pen or pencil, nor written on paper
But with a razor blade on her own wrist
Her story read thirteen lines slit across her wrist
Thirteen being the number of years she's had to fake

With those slits she told her story
and let the pain rush out her wrist
While showing the broken smile
That had always been there

**Not about me, just made it up**