It's a little harsh and not that good. |
Evelina Rose The hurt she felt had never been revealed Until that dreadful day They asked her “What’s the matter?” And she said “Go Away.” Before that second she had been doing What she always did best She took her pain out of her head Because she was depressed Each slit she made, each drop of blood Would heal her soul inside Transferring the pain from her head to her wrist Was like a never ending tide “I’m fine.” She told them when they asked She always knew the drill Just tell them everything is okay And her secrets would never spill And back to that day, her battle had ended And she didn’t win nor lose It was a battle against herself And one side she’d have to choose The day was long and the weather was hot She was wearing that sweater again To cover up her battle scars So the world would know she’s sane And that moment the heat arose And it became too much She fell onto the pavement With nothing but a touch A couple moments later She found her self awake With a crowd surrounding her She had made a huge mistake That sweater was no longer on her It was lying on the ground And all those battle scars were bare While no one made a sound She was slowly led into a room Where a woman took her name She told her “We can help you” “And your life is not a game” She left for camp that summer Though she wanted to go home She was greeted by some peers Who taught her she wasn’t alone And as for that battle, we’ll never know Just which side she chose But all is well and all is calm With Evelina Rose |