She's only eighteen but scars cover her wrist,
So many signs that people have missed.
At night she cries herself to sleep,
Hoping that the nightmares will not creep.
Daddy hasn't been around,
Leaving her heart shattered on the ground.
At school they make fun of her life,
Make fun of the fact that someday she'll have a wife.
Poetry seems to be her only escape,
Leaving her heart in somewhat good shape.
No one knows she fakes a smile,
If only in her shoes they'd walk a mile.
She hides the truth from everyone,
Thinking life for her is just some fun.
They don't see the tears that fall,
Missing the fact that she's not okay at all.
She'll go on  pretending she's okay,
They're going to regret their words someday.