Everyday it is the same
Hanging out in the room
Never telling the “real” secrets
Plotting her own doom
Knowing it may soon be over
The tears, the pain, her life
She can’t go on like this
Causing people strife
There are a few she trusts
But will they listen true
If they truly got inside her head
What exactly would they do?
They know about things on the surface
The abuse, the guys and food
But if she just explode
Would they think her rude?
Her life is plagued by SI
And thoughts of suicide
She has tried lately an awful lot
That is some of what she will hide
She wishes she had a friend
A person to catch her tears
Someone to ward the monsters
And chase away her fears
So for now she will sit here
All her thoughts will be inside
Maybe one day she will open up
And you will see what there is to hide