Piano Player

She writes her own music
Her piano offers a release
It's the only time when 
The bad thoughts finally cease 
 
Her parents do not know 
They would never understand 
She paints on a smile
And prepares her concert grand
 
She plays her pretty tune
But beneath her golden charm
She arranges terrible secret
And it's strung across her forearm
 
You ask her why she did it
You ask her why she wanted to die
You're crying at her funeral 
You never got to say goodbye
 
You think back to conversations 
Something you may have missed 
Then it finally hits you
This wasn't such a twist
 
It had gone over your head
You would have begged her please
She had said some kids at school
We're really starting to tease
 
You told her don't believe them
You told her it's a lie
She shrugged and said it doesn't matter
Im already dead aren't I? 
 
Her piano collects dust
The fall board stays lying
Her music is never played 
She was always slowly dying 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Rachael734

I am really open on ways to improve this, so if you don't like a part or the wording of something let me know! I just want to make this better

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