Lies

She asks herself whats wrong with her as she begines to cry.
Another one she loves has told another lie.
As she waits for his answer she tries hard to resist.
But as she reads her reply she feels the blade slide across her wrist.
She pours out her hear and soul.
The lies and emotions take their toll.
She feels defenceless as she feels like a toy people play with.
It seems like when shes down thats when they decide to kick.
She gets put down like an old stuffed bear that someone just leaves.
So, She hugs her own stuffed animal, he makes her feel needed.
She wishes that she could feel something.
Instead she feels so much that she can only feel nothing.
She walks around like shes the one thats cursed.
Everyone tells her shes not, sometimes that makes her feel worse.
Because if everyone saw what she did for the pain and make it discreet.
They'd all think and tell her that she was just too weak.
They'd tell her Lifes not that bad suck it up.
But thats how she tried to deal with it, so shed tell them shut up.
She hides what she does but not well enough sometimes.
Its art to her, its how she deals with her harder times.
So She can be the happy go lucky and worry free when people see her.
She might want attention but thats not she wants to be pictured.
Shes not a freak because she likes the pain.
Its just sometimes everything is hard to contain.
One day she'll stop she knows that she can.
But only people like her seem to understand.
You look at her, what do you see? Angry? Normal? Bodacious? Agressive?
She looks at herself in the mirror and sees something inside that she wants to supress.
You wonder whats wrong, why does she feel the need to cry?
It because another one she loves told her another lie.