She Once Was A Beautiful Artiist

She was once a beautiful artist,
But there's a twist,
Her paint brush is a razor,
Her canvas is her wrist.
She does this to get away from reality.
Get away from life.
She wishes she wasn't there.
She feels like no one even cares.
But she must keep going.
From the outside she looks like a girl who has everything.
But on the inside she doesn't have anything.

She was told hold your head high gorgeous.
There are people that would kill to see you fall.
She thinks to herself I'm not gorgeous.
I'm just me.
These lines she holds just as deep.
She holds her arm so the blood doesn't run so dry.

She wishes she wasn't there.
She feels like no one even cares.
But she must keep going.
From the outside she looks like a girl who has everything.
But on the inside she doesn't have anything.

She quotes a line from a movie.
But I know what it's like to want to die.
How it hurts to smile.
How you try to fit in.
But you can't.
How you hurt yourself on the outside.
To try to kill the thing on the inside.

She wishes she wasn't there.
She feels like no one even cares.
But she must keep going.
From the outside she looks like a girl who has everything.
But on the inside she doesn't have anything.

Her friend tells her straight to her face.
Someone asked me if I knew you.
Then a million memories flashed through my mind
and I whispered, "Not anymore."
She lowers her head and says to her.
If you only knew how I felt each day.
How it hurts to get up each day.
When you know how that feels give me a call.
She then walks away.

She wishes she wasn't there.
She feels like no one even cares.
But she must keep going.
From the outside she looks like a girl who has everything.
But on the inside she doesn't have anything.

She once had everything.
She was the captain of the cheer leading squad.
Everyday everyone killed to see her fall.
Fall off her pedal stool.
Then remain empty.
So empty you see right through her.
You just call her a ghost.

She wishes she wasn't there.
She feels like no one even cares.
But she must keep going.
From the outside she looks like a girl who has everything.
But on the inside she doesn't have anything.

Someday she realizes she has it all.
She's still that beautiful artist.
But there's a twist.
Her brush is her razor.
Her canvas is still her wrist.
She hides it so no one will see.
Will see how shitty she feels deep inside.

She has to hold up her reputation of that cheerleader that nothing fazes her.
That everyone thinks she's fine when deep down inside she's fading.