I can’t remember the last time I was
happy to be me or be alive...

Two a.m. on March 15.
My phone rings, slowly I raise my tired body...

Your eyes shut,
your arm filled with more than one cut...

We were in it together.
The two known as inseparable...

Everyday I put make-up on my face
to hide the tear stains...

I don’t know why I was given life.
I’m just a waste of time...

Tears swell up in my eyes,
sadness becomes my life...

Almost six months,
it hurts just as much...

I stare out my window,
a tear leaves my eyes...

I was once adored.....
now I feel ignored...

I keep all my truths hidden,
I write what I feel everyday...

A twelve year old girl.
Appears to have the perfect life...