SHE

Her eyes are always red rimmed and on the brink of tears

What's happened that's so terrible? What's the source of all her fears?

Though you know that she's been crying

You'll never see her cry

Though you know that's she's been broken

You'll never know how or why

And she carries her bags under her eyes

The loneliness she keeps inside

Pretends that it's all alright

You've just got that feeling she don't sleep good at night.

Well she's the solitary type

But intelligent with that

She always puts the top up

And keeps the bottom flat.

And there's more than meets the eye

There's more than just beauty inside

But what is that, that makes her cry?

What is that, that she hides?

It's hard to live so lonely

She's got no one for her guide

Her family are useless

And she's got pain inside.

She's the type that's never noticed

Except to say she's weird

If she was more confident

She'd be the type that's feared.

So there she goes unrecognised

Except for the demons that are within

Her pain is just too great for us to comprehend

She just exists, you can't call her living.

And as her life goes on

Her eyes sink in some more

Her face grows ever pale

And her heart grows ever sour

And eventually they notice she hasn't been at school

And eventually they notice she hasn't been around

It takes two months for them to realise

She's six feet under ground

Sometimes the one's who never ask

Are the ones who need help the most

And sometimes the greatest ones

Are the ones who never boast

And everybody looks

But only a few see

There's too many people

Who live their lives like she.