The Demon That Once Was Me

There once was a girl,

Who had a beautiful smile.

Who had many friends,

And a great sense of style.

This girl seemed happy,

She had not a care.

Not a trouble in sight,

To see her frown was rare.

This girl was a star,

In her classes and sports,

From her pink binders and notes,

To the Nike symbol on her shorts.

It never seemed possible,

To see this beauty cry,

But behind even the honest,

There is always a lie.

She would come home at 2,

And run to her room.

She'd slam her door shut,

Only to find her doom.

She'd slam on her pillow,

She'd cry and she'd scream,

She'd wish she was dead,

And that this was all a dream.

She'd punch her wall,

And kick her bed,

As she could only say

"God, please let me drop dead."

She found her only hope,

In what seemed to be her friend.

She walked to her dark closet,

And pulled out her end.

This girl was an artist,

But not in a good way,

She acted of the broken,

And her eyes would fade to gray.

In her weary eyes,

She saw nothing wrong,

With the way she acted tough,

And the way she acted Strong.

She'd smile at her friend,

And she'd smile a slight grin.

She'd bring up her arm,

And put the blade to her skin.

She'd paint pretty picture's,

But her painting's had a twist,

Her paint brush was a blade,

And the canvas was her wrist.