Miss Understood

She sits in her room
Having suicidal thoughts
Beating herself up inside
Maybe she should take more shots

She has her own world
Where she lives alone
In silence, on the ground
She has no home

She whispers under breath
How she feels inside
She writes it in song
Faith is what she longs

She sings to her world
Although no one listens
She constantly aches inside
Her body starts to listen

From the pain that burns
Traveling inside to out
She hides her sorrow
But inside she wants to shout

She wants to be free
To do things she should
Yet, how can this happen
If she is, thee Miss Understood

* I wrote this a while ago, and decided to post it.