Scars

The Present

She woke up like normal,

Feeling her life was infernal.

You don't know how much she cries;

because you don't know her hurt inside.

You say you know she lied?

Well sorry to say but she already died.

She'll never admit it,

But everyday is another hit.

You say she's happy?

but she hoped she'd choke on a pea.

She's made up her mind,

but it's not your place to decide.

Her only true friend is this blade.

She turned her skin the color jade.

As she counts her b'day wishes,

She decides the one that will lead to misses.

All she wanted was to stop this pain;

but you'd never know 'cause you're not her brain.

She wrote,

note by note;

letter by letter;

until one day she was light as a feather.

She could watch the weather from above;

now that her dress was as white as a dove.

She never felt nor seen it,

but people hated the way she loved it.

It was the jagged knife,

the same that ended her life.

The one she got for her 15th b'day.

No one understood how this made her day.

She hated her reality present,

no one knew not even her own residents.

But she loved her b'day tool;

'cause with it she was no one's fool.

She said goodbye to the pain at school;

And said hello to a higher rule.

All of this from a present from her sister,

who never thought she'd have to miss her.

The pain went from her to her family,

But now she's dancing with Pamilee.

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4-3-14