Every night
She goes to bed
Feeling weak inside
Wondering when
Her life will change
When her heart can reside
In the things she loves
Yet she dies each day
A little more every time
She goes to school
Always on display
Always being talked about
Bullied behind her back
But what no one can see
Is the scars they’ve created
Are coming back
Deep crimson lines
Dripping blood on demand
Hidden behind
A pair of jeans
A fake smile
And a laugh
No one wants to care
Nor to see her pain
So each night
When she comes home
She can relive her day
Cuts
Pills
Maybe a gun instead
She’ll take her own life
Just to be happy once again
Maybe then they’ll see what she did
When she held the knife.