This girl, A girl. Edited Version.

[emma]

This is the poem of a girl who doesn't know
This girl wants to die, an act so low
This girl doesn't really know what to do
She's lost in the mess, help is over due

Her own worst enemy is seen through the mirror
Straight through the glass that can't be seen clearer
This girl tries to run
This girl tries to hide
This girl has only anger left inside

When everything seems all worked out
When everything seems fine without a doubt
That's when things get real worse
Emotionally again this girl gets hurt

She cannot control this anger she feels
She doesn't understand, is the pain really real
She can cut wounds deeper than anyone else could
She wouldn't seek help like she knows she should

This is what she goes through a lot
This is what happens when pain is all she's got
This is what happens when it's all about control
This is what she does, and it's taking a toll

A cut for every time she's hurt
Stinging on the outside for what she feels in
More razors are used and thrown in the bin

Hiding the cuts every single day
Hiding the cuts in every single way
A cut on her body is what makes them pay
The scars remain from August to May