This one girl

it was the perfect day outside,
the sun shinning brightly,
clear blue sky's,
colorful flowers all around.

You could hear the laughter of
the children playing happily across
the road at the park,
with their parents.

Not one mother tho..
she sat at home,
tears running down her face
praying to god that her daughter
would change.

Her wrists covered in deep cuts
You would find this young girl in her
room all day everyday.
Hiding from the sun light,
hiding from the people that
surrounded her,
the people that looked down on her
because of her appearance,
because of all the cuts an scars.

Her mother standing at the door
looks over at her daughter,
who sat dead still in a corner.
Her eyes heavily covered in eyeliner
Which then was covered by her long
black hair.
Her head down in her knees,
She would only wear tight fitting
black clothes.

No one could understand why she was the way she was.
At least no one other then her..
The make up was her mask to hide behind,
This was her way of saying "i give up"
At least no one other than her..
The make up was her mask to hide behind,
This was her way of saying "i give up"