hey there pretty
girl
the one with the white
smile,
the blonde
hair,
all of the
friends.
you seem so
happy.
every day, you get
up,
brush your
hair,
put on your
makeup,
get dressed.
you fool everyone with that
pretty face.
the rosy
cheeks,
the blue
eyes.
but I
know.
I know what lies
beneath.
at the end of the
day,
you take off the
mask.
you become
you.
no one's
looking,
so it's
ok.
you take off the long
sleeves,
revealing the
scars.
the scars of everyone that's hurt
you.
years before, those
wrists
had been
clean.
now they're
dirty.
covered with all the pain of
life.
later tonight, you'll add to that
filth.
you'll walk over to the
drawer,
open it, and pull out the
blade.
you'll carve your body, hoping to gain
control.
but you
don't.
you've tried for
years,
never seeming to catch
on.
it's become a
habit.
hey there pretty
girl,
the one looking back at me in the
mirror.
