Behind that fake smile
there's a person who screams for help.
She drowns her pain and sorrow
on her bare skin.
Blood drips from her writs but
NOBODY sees a thing.
Lonely and scared she lives day by day,
with everything people say.
Her soul is broken
yet no words are spoken.
Behind those tears there's
anger and a huge depression.
Behind that "brave" person there's
a weak life inside.
Words hurt think before you speak
because you can make a life very weak.
However everyday she wishes
that behind those cuts she
goes deeper and deeper.
Until one day reaching that point of no return,
her own life being left behind.