At the end of yet another meaningless day, the girl takes off her makeup and comes face to face with a girl she barely recognises anymore.

I will draw smiles on my face, even though with force
I will say I'm fine and happy, even though I know it just a lie.
I will cover my vivid scares and hide my pain so I never have to explain;
And cry only in the rain and cover the stain.

I'll draw you a picture
A picture with a twist
I'll draw it with a razor
I'll draw it on my wrist

I'm so used to it i have to cry myself to sleep.

Time really flies us by
But not when we are in pain

Her story is on her wrist..

&& if u took the time to look inside of me.. ud see that im full of pain, tears, and misery..

He says she bleeds pretty

People see me and think that everything is all good buh on the inside im jus crying

Force a smile.

Blink away the tears.

I'm supposed to be strong,

Supposed to have no fears.

But I'm finding it so hard not to frown.

I'm such a strong person.

Why am I breaking down?