Look in the mirror.
See a reflection
And her dark
Skin complexion.

She sees the scars and the
Tears rolling down
While they see the smile
That has never turned around.

She's a happy girl,
Or so they think.
She stares in the mirror
And stands over the sink.

This world is too much,
Too heavy for her heart
And every last thing is
Breaking her apart.

She looks at her face and
Follows one last tear
And wishes this
Could be her last year.

She wipes the tear
And faces her life
But only to find she's
Picked up a knife.

She carries it with her
Where ever she goes.
And makes everything worse,
Little does she know.

For every time something happens,
She cuts up her heart.
And, of course, there's
No way to re-start.

One last thing,
And that could be the end.
"Why do you always smile?"
Asked her little sister's friend.

How could she answer?
What would she say?
"I'm not sure"
And the girl ran away.

She goes home
And runs in the back.
She smiles in the mirror
And gets caught off track.

Her teeth so perfect
And her eyes so bright.
Who was this girl?
What was this sight?

She saw someone new
And someone so pretty.
But she knew it was fake
And asked, "Why is life so ******?"

She looked in the mirror
And decided to go.
"Goodbye" said the pretty girl.
Shouted the world, "NO!"

But what could they do?
She was already gone.
And all they had left was
A knife used way too long.