no one understands
the way she feels inside
no one really cares
if she lives or dies
no one really knows
this life that she has lived
for no one has ever tried
to see what is inside
the sneer remarks
slash her every time
from smiling girls
with way to much pride
she walks away with her head high
even though she is dying inside
her life is hard
filled with tears, and hate
a dead-beat dad
a mom that does not care
different people come and go
from her parents bed
this life she lives day by day
tears her apart inside
she makes her choices
to try and numb the hate
she makes her life a little
easier to take away the pain
the pain she feels inside
is taken away by the high
the high she makes in her mind
these people think they know
everything about her
they make judgements
and do not really know
this live she has to survive
no one really knows

Pictures on the wall tell a story
A story of a girl
A fabricated story of the life
They thought she lived
For no one ever saw the bruises
The bruises hidden under her clothes
No one ever saw the blood on her lips
They thought she lived a happy life

No one knew the monster
No one knew the man she loved
No one knew the evil inside of him
No one saw the despair in her eyes
No one heard her silent cries for help
No one knew until it was to late
No one knew until she could take it no longer

He took her life one day
When her body could take not one more beating
She stayed strong, and smiled for she saw her God
She was free of pain, of suffering
She was finally free

The paper in the drawer was the only one
who knew everything about her
The pencil with no lead knew
she had a story to tell
Her heart felt more than she would ever admit
No one knew this girl
Except the paper in the drawer and
The pencil who had written it all

The tears she cried said she was
scared
Her empty bed said she was
alone
A hole in her heart said she had been
used
The blood under her nose said
she had lost her way
A straw on the table said
she was past the point of any return
Cold handcuffs around her tiny wrists
told a tale of justice
The walls in her house kept silent
for they had seen too much to tell

have you ever felt pure blind rage?
have you ever been so angry all morals disappear?
have you ever felt as if your blood was boiling?

have you ever felt complete bliss?
have you ever been so happy you felt as if you could fly?
have you ever felt as if  you blood was made out of glitter?

have you ever felt consumed by grief?
have you ever been so sad when you took at breath if felt as if your lungs and heart were collapsing inside of you?
have you ever felt as is your blood was made of tears?

have you ever felt so high that everything was funny?
have you ever been so high that everything in this world was grand?
have you ever felt as if everything were in place for a reason?

have you ever had a moment in time where you just felt?
have you ever been so in touch with yourself you felt everything?
have you ever felt as if you were completely human?