Shes not as strong as you think

There's this girl I know, she feels unknown, unwanted.

She just want's feel wanted, cries on her own,

she has nobody to go to she feels so scared,

doesn't wanna go to college, cried in bed. she has a couple friends

they think she's okay, but the pain inside her haunters her day by day.

she's thought about giving up, doesn't see the point, she just wants happiness but

emotions disappoint. she always blame's her self for every thing that

 happened and every little trouble that she's ever had. its driving her mad.

The pain she endures you can see it through her shirt,

hiding the scars of society's burns.

 

She hides herself from everyone, no one hears her cries,

If only you could see the world through her eyes, all she wanted was for someone

to be her friend. To stick by her side untill the very end.

She didn't ask for a lot, honestly nothing at all.

yet she was still hit around and called a fool. she just wanted some love  and when she as lonely just one hug. To feel accepted for the way she looked, instead of

being pushed around, left out ad being rejected.

She's got to stay strong because she hopes nothing lasts forever.

 

But she can't take it anymore, she's take enough, been strong for so long but she

ain't really that tough. She was scared of letting go but no one seems care.

scared to carry on because no one was there. A frustrated girl hiding her scars,

fighting her fears behind spiritual bars she arranged.

One day I saw her face, she showed it with a smile but I could tell it was fake.

She broke down in tears and said I saved her life, 

Crying she asked can she be my wife. I answered what's wrong, she told me everything I was shoned.  

 

Then she was gone before I had a change to save her, she disappeared. she was no fool and no one blamed her for anything in fact they balmed them selves. people noticed her cries,

they just didn't want to believe that she was so hurt.

 

I never got to tell her I loved her...

 

The Girls Mask

she's great, fine and good. In a way she relishes every night,
she lives every day, she laughs, writes and sings,
she wonders what the days will bring her.

Then she gets home, takes off that mask,
The day is almost an impossible task,
Its finally over, she lays down and waits patiently for the day she dies.

she cries, she screams, bawls and sleeps even though she promises to keep.
she waits and wonders and cry's some more,
and she aches and burns from her very core.

Then, she's not alone, so the mask reappears,
out goes the grief, pain and all of her tears,
as she is a happy person, cheerful all the day.
A world full of rainbow, not one shade of grey.

Of course she's not okay, she's not fine,
No matter how much she seems to shine
She doesn't even know why she feels this,
Why her existence is one long endless lullaby

But it is and will be, so she clings to life,
As one day she might slip and end it with a knife.
But, she's still here, no matter what her dreams might say,
And she hopes that one say she will actually be okay..