She looks in the mirror,
And see's herself crying,
She may look fine on the outside,
But inside she is dying.

She walks alone in the rain,
With mascara running down her face,
She knows she doesn't fit in here,
She dreams of a better place.

She's screaming so loud for help,
But no one seems to hear,
No one can understand her,
She wants to disappear.

She stares at the Knife,
That's sitting on her bed,
She doesn't know how to think straight,
Thoughts of death going through her head.

She tries to think of reasons to live,
Reasons that make her strong,
But she can't seem to find any,
She knows she'll never belong.

-Friday 17/8/07-

Ashleigh Klepachek

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-life-2/