Another trip to her dark, lonely bedroom,
As red liquid drains from her skin.
Nobody else notices the hurt and pain,
But her layers are wearing quite thin.
Her sleeves can cover up the scars,
But nothing can cover the eyes.
They're starting to tell every detail,
There setting free all of her lies.
She listens, confused of what she finds,
It's silent, not like her normal life here.
There's no slamming doors or screaming,
She realizes she must be dreaming.
She walks through to an empty room,
And pulls the covers over her head.
She lays there in deep despair,
Remembering what her mother said.
Life wasn't the same without her mother,
Father wasn't like he was before.
He hit her and he shouted now,
She couldn't cope with it anymore.
