the pain she feels is all her own,
she feels so hopeless, so lost, alone
she wants to end it, to leave it all
she feels she has no farther to fall
she feels like she has no other choice
she feels like she has lost her voice
her only way to end her day
her lovely words, they fade away,
she wishes she could do the same
to lose her life, and no longer hurt
would be her wish, not to feel like dirt
she feels she could have done something more
to help herself, to get off the floor
to stop the pain before it started
but the truth is, those are waters uncharted
those thoughts of fear, of something more
are so unfair, she couldn’t have known what was in store
she cannot change what has been done
she feels the battle cannot be won
her pain she tears it out from in
she paints a crimson grin
on her skin to make it fade
so through her thoughts she no longer wades
you cannot change what has been done
and when you realize that you will have won
the battle for your self, your core
and you will have pulled yourself off the floor
you have already proved you are not weak
you showed you can beat that creep
but the battle is not yet won
your days of struggle are far from gone
you are stronger than you care to admit
even if when I say that you throw a fit
your not the weak pathetic thing
you claim to be, you have no strings
your not a puppet for others to guide
you haven’t had an easy ride
and many would have perished had they walked in your shoes
but you were the one who had to choose
and you chose life, the hardest trial
it seems like you walked on endless miles
but you have survived, your heart is strong
and in this poem I wrote your song
the song of pain and struggles long
it goes on to show that you are wrong
you are not so weak and lost
you just had to pay the cost
of pain and sweat that is unjust
but through it all you’ve gained my trust