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The Breaking Point


She walks down the halls with her nose raised high

Looking down upon everyone she sees

With her very expensive jeans and her bleach blonde hair

Everyone thinks she’d be the perfect queen

We think we know all about her

But no one really knows the true side that she hides from

 

At home life is different with an alcoholic dad and a suicidal mom

She tries to hide from it- with the glitz and the glamour

But no one knows that she’s on the edge of breaking

Til’ one day she walked down a long gravel road

She found a tall bridge and decided to end it all

 

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