I'm unstuck in time,
Wondering what part I will,
Have to act out next.

She walked up and said,
"What's your name?"
I didn't say anything,
Had to take the blame,

"Why do you never talk?"
She persisted,
I couldn't tell her my life,
The story twisted.

She stayed standing still,
But I couldn't reply,
Couldn't spill the beans,
Couldn't tell her why.

She finally snapped,
And she walked away,
Saying over her back,
"I didn't want to talk anyway."

I watch her go away,
Knowing it is true,
But I just wanted,
To finally speak out my view.

So I went on my way,
Walking down the street,
And ran all the way home,
Sighing with defeat.

I'll never work up the courage,
To let my walls fall down,
So I'll run away forever,
Always be abound.

Until I perish,
My secrets die with me,
I'll just be unheard,
Just, for now, let me be.

I am saddened by my betrayals,
Powered by my rage,
Reinforced by my despair,
My life has turned a new page.

My heart melted by fake love,
Shattered by the betrayal,
Hardened by revenge,
Cooled by prevail.

For you have broken my soul,
Into tiny, little bits,
Now I have put it back together,
Some parts might remiss.

I'm no longer the go-lucky girl,
Not kindhearted or shy,
Never going to trust again,
You can kiss that girl good-bye.

This is not about me.

If you actually took notice,
You would know your daughter cuts.
She takes the razor everyday,
Cause they said she was a ****

If you actually took notice,
You would know your daughter's teased.
She is shoved and called names,
They said she had a disease.

If you actually took notice,
You would know your daughter's dead,
She hung from the rope,
And put the bullet through her head.

You try to notice now,
But it is too late,
Her heart doesn't beat anymore,
She has sealed her fate.

Her hope was like a candle,
Getting smaller everyday,
The flame of ambition snuffed out,
But her candle was never replaced.

She had given up on life,
But if one person has cared,
She would still be here,
Her life would have been spared.

Her heart is a closed door,

With no visible key,

With no visible cracks,

With no way to be free.

Keep waiting, and waiting,

Behind that closed door,

Keep waiting and waiting,

Heart and mind in war.

The girl who never talks,

The girl who's alone,

The girl no one understands,

The girl who's unknown.

She waits for someone to

Break down that door,

But thinks deep down,

No one cares anymore.

Her soul is broken,

Her hope disappeared,

I hope someone will free her,

Her obstacle cleared.

But she still might not come out,

Staying inside her cage,

Fearing the real world,

Fearing their rage.

You might call her weird,

But I have shared her part,

She's just a lonely girl,

With a very lonely heart.

I can paint lovely pictures,
With blood red ink,
The lines swirl together,
but its not what you think.

There's a twist in this story,
A tiny little sin,
My paintbrush my razor,
My canvas my skin.

My wrists cry tears,
They stain my arms red,
The blood loss and pain,
Is getting to my head.

I see black spots,
And twinkling stars,
They look like the galaxy,
A view from mars.

My walls stained crimson,
My bed splattered red,
My beautiful carpet,
Scarlet like my bed.

I regret everything,
All the things I've done,
This is why I'm doing this,
Why I'm holding this gun.

For no matter how much I try,
I can't stifle the ache and need,
I tried so hard to be perfect,
And I so nearly did succeed.

But now the torment will end,
I can finally be free,
No one can judge my imperfections,
And I can be just me.

She sits at her seat,

Counting the time till the bell,

Every second, every minute,

Every hour as well,

Dreading to walk out of the class,

To open her locker,

To turn around, frightened,

And see the bullies that mock her,

That stuff her head in the toilet,

That say she is a *******,

That made her life hell,

That broke her, bit by bit,

But now she will show them,

To take some revenge,

To wait till the perfect time,

To show her true intent,

To fall out a window,

To hang on a rope,

To show them that she,

Is devoid of hope,

To put the gun to her head,

To twist off the lid,

To leave them a note,

"This is what you did."