Living hell

Little girl,
In her living hell,
Just as things,
Were beginning to go well.

Things change,
Not always for the good,
Its just one of those things
And shes misunderstood.

Sits in her room,
Gasping in between tears,
Pulls out her blade,
And starts to cut away her fears.

She knows it isn't helping,
And her friends wont like it,
But it makes everything seem okay,
In her life so upsetting and quiet.

Scars on her wrists,
Broken hearted,
We don't have enough time for her story,
Don't even get me started.

Covering it up,
Wont make it go away,
Shes waiting for the moment,
When things will all be okay.