Yeah, so this is based off of a friend I know who went through a hard time a while back. Don't be too harsh, but be honest! Title credit to Paramore..Here you go:
She wants nothing more than to be content, if only for a minute.
They tell her she’s fine the way she is and still she won’t believe it.
They think she’s just being dramatic, though her face is the palest shade of white.
They have no idea what she’s doing when she’s out of sight.
She looks at them and grins as she silences out her cries,
But little do they notice the smile does not reach her eyes.
She tries to justify what she is doing as she swallows another pill.
She falls asleep yet again, unable to find a will.
What should I do? She asks herself as she looks at her reflection.
She refuses to ask for any help, she’s afraid of the rejection.
It will never get better she tells herself. Of that now she is sure.
For no medicine can cure this pain but, somehow she wants more.
For a living person she is merely awake, getting weaker by the days.
Nearer now to a deathly escape, she lifts her hands and prays.
Please god let there be sun, I really am in need.
I’ve only just realized what I’ve done and that some wounds are better left healed
