The day starts off with smiles
Happy tears and flushed cheeks
Boys and girls, running around
Not a care in the world
But as the day goes on
The signs start to appear
Bruised wrists, broken smiles
The world isn’t as perfect as it once appeared
Every time she looks at me
I begin to see how shattered she really is
Bruised, and broken blue
And slowly, she stops looking…
I wipe the grime from the mirror
The girl, still staring knowingly
Her tears, silent but overfull
Her eyes, full of stories and experiences she never wants to share
The moral of her story is this
No matter how much she tries
No matter how much she wants her happily ever after
The one she had heard about every night since she was little
Some stories just don’t have a happy ending
And that some, just happened to include hers…