This is a very long poem so bear with me and if you have any tips on a name it would be greatly appreciated. I've taken the ending off of this and it might not seem as though it comes around quite right...is there anything I could use to wrap it up?
She stood in the rain
so no one would see her tears,
her scars were always hidden
as were her deepest fears.
she didn't wear a sign around her neck,
she wasn't like the rest.
there was no black,
no visible pain
no one knew the truth
that was driving her insane.
the marks that she cut
so deep into her side
were hidden by the smiles
they were so easy to hide
because no one took the time
to look her in the eye.
there was always that thought
"I can escape"
she knew her chance
was slipping away
and she knew for a fact
that she didn't want to stay
the word "suicide" rang through her head
she thought of all the paths
that would wind her up dead
she knew no one would care
she knew they never did.
they never saw the scars
that she never really hid
this is her note to the world
that never cared for her.
this is the plea for love
that she never wrote.
this is the one thing that she never had
this is hope
so next time some one says they're fine
with a deadness in their eye
then turn around
and commit suicide
dont ask why
