Her look is holding Her dreary and depressed eyes digging into me, perplexing The scarlet red rose petals that ring around her pupils entrance me She stands tall, strong and contained Strong like the world trade before it was struck down against it's will She's only awaiting her time She puts on a good act
Nobody can tell that Behind her strength and pseudo-bliss hides a lifetime of sadness and self-hatred The perpetual clock dictating her existence ticks endlessly until she too falls to the ground Inevitable. Masks her bottomless pool of insecurities with a smile Compensating for them with a false ego the size of the sun Acts like she is better than everyone But she knows that she's not Her mind set on keeping all the feelings hidden
She rejects help Neglects the ones who care Thinks she can do it all by herself But we know that she can't
Her wrists full of scars and regret Her eyes like an endlessly flowing water fountain Caught in a recurring state of despair Despite all the people who love and who care
"Everyday is a battle", I tell her, hoping that she will open to me "And it's mine to fight", she replies aggresively I try to share with her my days I subtlely urge her to do the same I want to help her heart to mend So all her hate and pain can end.