Lying On The Outside

You’d think she has the perfect life

Always happy, pretty, never dealing with strife

But then her best friend died

And all you thought of her became a lie

The next day she walks into school

Snuffing apologies, her temperament cool

But inside she’s weeping

Her sorrow deepening

On the outside, she looks well

But that’s just a hollow shell

A bag of flesh she uses

Only a thing she abuses

No one ever finds the cuts

The burns and abrasions from cigarette butts

But the pain, it’s still there

Hidden with the truth of how she fares

As she takes that fucking blade

And ends her life in the shade-