Could it really be the girl who nobody knew
Could it really be the girl who spent her breaks in the loo
Could it really be the girl who smiled so much
Could it really be the girl who's wrists she clutched
Could it really be the girl who laughed so much her stomach would start to hurt
Could it really be the girl who always wore that black shirt
Could it really be the girl who sat alone all those years
The one who masked her insecurities with a simple smile
Could it really be the girl who shed so many tears
Could it really be the girl who wished she was dead
Could it really be the girl who never even said
'Twas really the girl who was bullied all those years
Who sat in the toilets to shed o so many tears
Who then went outside and put on a smile
But that pretty laugh was just fake all the while
Twas really the girl who nobody knew
Twas the girl tormented and driven by you
Who went the the draw and took that knife
And started to draw in her canvas for life
She never needed that paper or pen
Because she had her skin, a blade and an end...
It was her that withdrew the pills from the jar
It was her that thought to jump in front of the car
It was her that decided to take her own life
Because it was her that thought her life wasn't right
It was her who discovered that life was just cruel
Who discovered only lifes miserable rule.
Sarina Manning
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/could-it-be-33/
