Depression

She spreads her wings to fly, but cant take flight, too much in side waying her down a tear she cries to let the world know shes not the real girl they think she is She turns her back to the words of others and walks on, they know her name not her story, inside is a heart broken and missing peices she glues it together the best she can, it may be broken but it still feels the pain, she pulls a sharp blade out and slices her tender skin and watches the red blood drip, she cries many tears over things that shouldnt hurt her, the scars are her whole past story, some how she will always end up slicing her forearms once again