she
she's barely making it through each day
there's some days she just wants to throw her life away
but nobody knows that because they dont look behind the mask
maybe if they did they would see just how much pain she is in
she's trying so hard to push through and do things on her own
but lets be real nobody should face their demons alone
she's drowning in her pain nobody taught her how to keep herself afloat
she's gradually feeling more and more like she should just surrender to the darkness
she smiles and laughs by day yet screams and cries by night
no matter how loud she gets it seems nobody hears her pleas for help
laying in her room some nights she wonders why shes even here
she's starting to feel as though she would not be missed very much
her hand itches to hold the silver paintbrush one last time
yet day after day she talks herself out of it
she's beginning to fear that one day she wont have the strength to do so
there's times she's not sure she's gonna make it through the night
the thread holding her to this earth keeps getting thinner and one day it will snap
if only people would try to see the girl behind the mask before it's too late