Slowly the years of my life go
and I sit here with nothing to show.
I look up at the beautiful sky,
not really caring whether I live or die.
Some things just can’t be described.
Some feelings just can’t be defined.
What will happen when I lose it all?
Will anyone be around to see me fall?
I stare at myself in the mirror.
Everything seems to become clearer.
I feel so useless and unwanted,
for life I’ll be forever haunted,
believing I have no value,
deceiving those who dare argue.
But after years of abuse,
I told my secret for the first time,
and daddy got locked up.
He will pay for his terrible crime.
I’ve overcome many obstacles,
climbed many mountains,
achieved many dreams,
but still people refuse to accept me.
People joke about suicide,
think it’s just some game,
think people cut for attention,
and starve themselves for fame.
I blindly smiled at everyone
and hid it all.
They assumed I knew
…they were wrong.