She looks in the mirror, <br />And see's herself crying, <br />She may look fine on the outside, <br />But inside she is dying. <br /> <br />She walks alone in the rain, <br />With mascara running down her face, <br />She knows she doesn't fit in here, <br />She dreams of a better place. <br /> <br />She's screaming so loud for help, <br />But no one seems to hear, <br />No one can understand her, <br />She wants to disappear. <br /> <br />She stares at the Knife, <br />That's sitting on her bed, <br />She doesn't know how to think straight, <br />Thoughts of death going through her head. <br /> <br />She tries to think of reasons to live, <br />Reasons that make her strong, <br />But she can't seem to find any, <br />She knows she'll never belong. <br /> <br />-Friday 17/8/07-<br /><br />Ashleigh Klepachek<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-life-2/
