credit:
confessions_of_a_cutter
They'd
never know how fake her smile
is.
They'd
never know how broken she truly
is.
They'd
never know how much she
cries.
They'd
never know she
lies,
(every
time she says "I'm
fine.")
They
have no idea that underneath her sleeves are
scars.
They
have no idea she feels like she is behind
bars.
They
have no idea she wishes her
death.
They
have no idea of how much she regrets every
breath.
They
can't guess why she hates
herself
(Something
she barely
understands.)
They
can't guess that she hides behind her
laughter
They
can't guess the times she's "felt
better"
(only
to realize it was merely the placebo of a good
day)
They
can't guess at how low she
is.
(Because
when you fall down so much, then you wonder why you would climb
up in the first place)
