"i'm fine" she'll insist.
yet there's blood on her wrist.
there's a smile on her lips,
yet there's cuts on her hips.
bright are her eyes,
yet there's scars on her thighs.
her laugh is filled with charm,
yet there's burns on her arm.
calm are her words,
yet her cries are unheard.
so she'll smile and say hi,
yet she really wants to die.
