She's Dying

Can't you see she's dying? With every tear she cries. Her dad, he yells and hurts. Her mom cries and yells too. So she stopped talking to her dad, He made her hurt. And she became distant with her mom, She made her worse. The pain rose inside her, Drowning her. She let it out, One crimson red line at a time. She was dying on the inside, But nobody could see. One day she stopped eating, Maybe a bite or two a day. It made more room for sadness, Filling her up each day. Here's the girl: Gray eyes, bright smile. Good grades, perfect A's. Everybody's friend. Here's the twist: Dark circles, many scars. Crimson cuts, cracked lips. She was so mean. Some days she thought of suicide, Some days she tried. Her old friends say "Why?" She'd say the girl you were friends with has died. So who is this girl? This girl is me.