This is her life

Everyone laughs as she pulls down her long sleeves,
she gets so tired of playing the happy game that she just leaves.

No one notices the black holes that are her eyes,
Or the permanent tear marks she has because all she can do is cry.

If they really knew her they would see the pain and sorrow she carries-the things that make her so wary.

With her long sleeves on she looks just fine, but underneath them there are all those lines.

The lines from when she drew a river but wanted a flood,
from all those times she just craved her own blood.

When the world has its horrid say,
this girl really does try to pray.

When she tries to pray the voices enter and have their way-
She soon realizes she no longer has a say.

She can’t even keep the evil at bay.
So she no longer even try’s-she accepts her defeat and no longer even cries...

This is now her life