In the quiet of her lonely mind,
She feels the weight she can’t unwind,
A fragile girl, so lost, so small,
Trying to be perfect—yet failing to stand tall.
Pressure presses hard on every side,
A storm she cannot seem to hide,
Her mirror shows a face she hates,
A mirror that her pain relates.
Her silent screams go unheard, unseen,
A girl caught in a broken dream,
She doesn’t know how to release the ache,
So she bears it all, for her own sake.
In moments dark, she finds no peace,
A constant fight, a slow release,
She wounds herself to feel alive,
Hoping somehow she will survive.
But deep inside, she longs to break free,
From this prison, this agony,
A flicker of hope, faint and small,
A cry for help—she wishes for it all.
