She Is Me.

Tired eyes and a withering smile.
She doesn’t say, but she won’t last a long while.
The hope that used to glitter her face,
burned in her darkest place.
Not everyone would see,
but that girl is me.
Her mask is peeling,
it’s her happiness it’s stealing.
She’s cold inside and out,
but no one hears her silent shouts.
The sadness is set deep within,
she herself is a deadly sin.
A dead girl walking,
though every one can see her laughing and her talking.
She is caught inside a current she set,
drowning in the wickedness she met.
The curl of her lips,
is in her bag of tricks.
No one would see her struggle,
she’s digging her grave with her fathers shovel.
Yes she is me,
just don’t leave her please.
She’s really scared of what she can do,
to herself when she is blue.
She’s getting to worn out by this,
but the secret won’t leave her lips.