There is no happy ending for a girl like me

Who lives in her head, her thoughts endless poetry

For no one can tell what goes on in her brain

Whether she really is there, whether she really is sane.

When the day turns black, the words spill out

In the form of teardrops, the words she cannot shout

"Help me, please!" The watermarks spell

The pleads, the misery, she has no one to tell.

She has no one to talk to, no one to confide

No one to tell of the dark secrets inside

Whether it be a stranger, lover, parent, or friend

Nobody is there for the girl wishing her own end.

So she waits and she lies as her skin grows pale

Counts the days, minutes, seconds, until her last inhale

She dreams of flowers growing inside of her hollow ribcage

And sighs in relief that she can no longer be ssved.