Behind that fake smile 

there's a person who screams for help.

She drowns her pain and sorrow 

on her bare skin.

Blood drips from her writs but

NOBODY sees a thing.

Lonely and scared she lives day by day, 

with everything people say.

Her soul is broken

yet no words are spoken. 

Behind those tears there's 

anger and a huge depression.

Behind that "brave" person there's 

a weak life inside. 

Words hurt think before you speak

because you can make a life very weak.

However everyday she wishes 

that behind those cuts she 

goes deeper and deeper.

Until one day reaching that point of no return, 

her own life being left behind.