She chooses, silver, but it comes out red
As it bleeds, she thinks of what they’ve said
She puts it back, not guilty, but relieved instead
Then gets ready and goes to bed.
She remembers she can’t sleep
That’s when the horrible thoughts start to seep
She lies there, buried skindeep
In problems she wished she didn’t have to keep.
She hides her sadness with a false smile
All she wants is to go away for a while
She pretends to be fine to beguile
The people living in the perfect style.
She feels the pain fly away once she’s drawn
The little lines, always there and never gone
She’s hurting from day to dawn
Because life is an agonizing marathon.