All her emotions taken out in a line.
Hatred for herself she'll often find.
For her parents that don't seem to care.
So she'll just make another tare.
She wants to scream but sister shall wake.
And she stares at the smile she'll still try and fake.
Her life failing fast.
How much longer will this last?
Walking down the street, long sleeves in the sun.
Wondering who will know what she's just done.
And will she ever try and face.
All these stupid deadly mistakes.
Girls will laugh and stare.
At the clothes and frown she wears.
They'll think it's fun.
But she knows it's just begun.
Where it started she'll now be at.
As she passes out on the soft fur mat.
All her emotions have left her.
Now only a memory shall stir.