Disclaimer: My poem. Mine!
Summary: About the people we think we know and how depression can affect anyone.
She wakes up one day She's just the one her friends all call Pretty She travels to school She's just the one her friends all call Pretty She then runs back home She was the one her friends all called Pretty Ya like? Yes? No? Tell me about it in the purty blue box below!
(Just like the day before)
And she combs her hair
(Just like the day before)
She smiles her forged smile
(Just like the day before)
And she doesn't cry
(Unlike the day before)
And she's just the one hangin' by a thread
She's just the model from the big city
And she's just the one they all left for dead
She's just the one that tried to dream her dreams
And she's just the pain that eats at her core
She's just the one that's bursting at the seams
She tried to push on, like the day before
(Just like the day before)
And she sees her friends
(Just like the day before)
Then they yell her name
(Just like the day before)
She's already gone
(Unlike the day before)
And she's just the one hangin' by a thread
She's just the model from the big city
And she's just the one they all left for dead
She's just the one that tried to dream her dreams
And she's just the pain that eats at her core
She's just the one that's bursting at the seams
She tried to push on, like the day before
(Just like the day before)
And she does her work
(Just like the day before)
Then she runs a bath
(Just like the day before)
And she slits her wrists
(Unlike the day before)
And she was the one hangin' by a thread
She was the model from the big city
And she was the one that was left for dead
She was the one that gave up her big dreams
The pain finally ate away her core
And then one day she just burst at the seams
Now she'll always live in the day before