It is harder to hide her scars
because they keep adding up
She thinks she is in control
but what happens when she cannot tell what is enough
It is harder to satisfy her need
No longer can just one slash stop the desire
She must continue to bleed
Until every bone in her body feels as if it were on fire
It is harder for her to tell the truth now
because it has become so easy to just make up a lie
It is so much easier to run and hide
than to tell a soul she longs only to die
It is harder for her to see hope in tomorrow
It all seeps away as the crimson leaves her flesh
All that is left in her life is sorrow
and all the memories that she regrets
It is harder for her to spend time with her friends
They have all been driven mad with all of her complaints
She is becoming more and more alone
Only wishing she could go back to when they thought of her as a saint
It is harder for her to look anyone in the eye
because she is so afraid that they will know
If they ask about what they see she will tell another lie
and she wishes for once this was the road she did not have to go