They saw her smiling everyday.
They saw her laughing everyday.
They saw her,
But what they didn't see was the pain in her eyes, the strain in her smile, the saddness in her laugh and the cuts on her thighs.
They thought she was beautiful.
She thought she was miserable.
They thought she'd reach great heights.
She thought she was hopeless.
The problem was, they only 'thought' ,they never spoke until it was too late.
Until she was no more.
You see, the cuts became deeper and deeper.
The pills increased in number.
Dead eyes, pretty smiles, prettier lies.
For one last time she held the blade over her wrist,
And drew a line as deep as she could.