The girl standing in the corner, all alone,
Wearing the face kept in a jar by the door,
Cries silently in the night when she's at home,
And nobody's there to see her fall to the floor.

Do you see the pink lines peeking out,
Under thick layers of cotton, in the hot summer day?
Do you hear the sound of her heart,
Cracking, shattering, with every insult she takes?

I don't think you do, I honestly don't,
From the way you stare with scornful eyes,
To the acid that drips from you lips,
I can tell that you don't know what your words can do.

Her mind is constantly haunted with Death,
Taunting with every razor caressing her flesh,
Every drop of blood flowing down her arm,
Bringing her closer to the point of no return

I say that I'm fine,
But truly, I'm not,
Haven't you seen the scars,
Hidden under my sleeves?

Haven't you ever wondered,
Why I wear coats in summer,
Why I cover every inch of skin,
When it's a hundred degrees?

You believe I'm fine,
And I appreciate it, I do,
For it means I'm getting better,
At hiding the truth.

These lies emerge, when all I want is to tear,
This mask off my face,
These sleeves off my wrist,
And tell you outright that I'm not fine

My body is battered,
Riddled with wounds,
Scratched and bruised,
Bloodied and scarred.

My heart is pounding,
My lungs, suffocated,
Yet I continue to breathe,
In soft labored breaths.

My head is held high,
Looking down in defiance,
Refusing to die,
To ever think to give up.

So hit me with your worst,
I'm not the least afraid,
**** me if you must,
You'll never see me cry.

Look at the size of that chalk outline,
The evidence labelled from one to nine,
Hear the sirens cry throughout the night,
The screams of despair, the gasps at the sight.

For the chalk outline, common it was,
White powder stained with drops of blood,
Outlining a corpse, a reflection of death,
But this one was less, than two feet in length

Lie to me, my darling,
Protect my fragile heart,
From a world so confusing,
From weapons laced with truths.

Lie to me, my love,
Comfort my hungry heart,
Let honey-infused venom,
Run freely from your lips.

Arteries are red,
Veins are blue,
I hate Biology,
I really do.