Let Me Tell You a Story

Let me tell you a story
Of an ordinary girl
She was happy and went to school
In her ordinary world
But this is not the truth
And each night she took off her mask
Pushing away her pain
And revealed the scars of the past
Although you would expect a blade
To be what she would need
But she already had the blades
On her hands hidden under her sleeves
Sometimes there was blood
But never enough to bleed
And sometimes with a pencil
Using boredom to mislead
Maybe if she had reached out earlier
They would have seen her drown
But instead she let herself fall
Not deserving to be found
But if you ever see her
Don’t look into her eyes
They hold so much pain
That there is no way to describe
But this is not how the story dies
It’s how it begins and will begin to thrive
The girl found another girl
Who she cared about a lot
And the other girl had a secret
A razor hidden under her cot
And although neither could really heal
Suddenly they weren’t alone
And maybe that’s all of the story
That needs to be told