by Guest Tue Apr 17, 2012 11:02 pmI wrote this back in 2007 when I was going through my abuse and just found it. Thought I'd share.
She may be smiling and laughing on the outside
But on the inside, she is crying and wishing she'd die.
No one can see the pain she has inflicted
She hides it so well
No one can see the cuts and the scars
She knows she is going to hell
Her emotions are crazy
She gets real lazy
She doesn't know what to do with her life.
She picks up her razor and turns up the radio
And she starts cut cut cutting away
She can't stop the bleeding
She can't stop her crying
It's too late
No one can save her
No one cares
She puts down her razor
Turns off the music
And lays down her head
She closes her eyes and takes one last breath
Never to wake again
She may be smiling and laughing on the outside
But on the inside, she is crying and wishing she'd die.
No one can see the pain she has inflicted
She hides it so well
No one can see the cuts and the scars
She knows she is going to hell
Her emotions are crazy
She gets real lazy
She doesn't know what to do with her life.
She picks up her razor and turns up the radio
And she starts cut cut cutting away
She can't stop the bleeding
She can't stop her crying
It's too late
No one can save her
No one cares
She puts down her razor
Turns off the music
And lays down her head
She closes her eyes and takes one last breath
Never to wake again
