Her Mind Was Twisted

I look down at my arms and see the scars;

I see the nights I used to cry-wishing this was all a dream;

I didn't know that things were even worse than they seemed;

My parents were my enemies but away from me they would cry too;

Wondering how things with me had gotten so blue;

My friends had forgotten that I ever existed;

And things in my mind had gotten even more twisted;

I'd try to muffle my screams of sorrow;

Dreading the arrival of tomorrow;

Soon I stopped eating;

And the only thing that helped me was bleeding;

Those days- my blade helped me out;

But still over my head was a black cloud;

Those days- No one understood

Nobody understood the pain I felt;

Nobody understood the problems I was dealt;

Nobody understood the tears that always fell from my eyes;

And all they ever told me was lies;

Soon they stopped noticing that I existed;

And they never saw that my mind was twisted;