Her heart is bleeding,
All hope is leaving.
On the outside she’s lying,
But inside she’s dying.
Knowing she was never meant to be.
Oh my god, can’t you people see?
She isn’t who she seems to be.
She is the reason but she isn’t the key.
Living a lie, she smiles and waves.
No one knows what she secretly craves.
She dreams about her biggest mistakes.
She wishes herself gone for other peoples’ sakes.
She knows she wasn’t even meant to be born.
Never meant to live up to everyone else scorn.
Her thoughts infect and dissect her brain.
Yet outside everything remains the same.
People poison her heart like its one big game.
They call her weird and that she’s too quiet, too tame.
But they don’t know the real girl or else, well,
They’d know she lives in her own personal Hell.