No one understands the pain of a lonely night


No one understands that girl's plight


Of woe and anguish


Laying in her bed with a stolen knife


Reading a self-help pamphlet, crying away life



No one understands that girl's pain


Or the crimson stained blade


She had a dragon needing to be slain


A dragon of depression


A dragon of loneliness


But those forty minutes of dueling


Caused her nothing but shame



No one seems to comprehend


That a storm visits her every night


Wrecking her sanity


That girl trys


Oh how she trys


To fight it on her own



So of course she took that knife


Of course she was laughing whilst crying


The freedom was shortlived


The storm slunk back



No one understands


Not the doctors throwing meds around


Not her mom


Not her friends


She doesn't resort to knifes anymore


But every now and again


When the shiny white scar catches her focus


She feels the pain all over again


The moment of weakness


The moment of sheer desperation-


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I wrote this after overcoming some issues. This poem is basically a very short autobiography.