The broken girl

She hides in her room behind a shut door as she lays in a puddle of tears on the floor she regrets every moment since the day she was born because ever since then, her heart strings have been torn when she's done drowning in her ocean of pain she gets up to repeat her treacherous day again She suffers immersurable pain, but she won't let it show because she believes it wouldn't make a difference if she let anyone know it wouldn't help to let anyone know what she's going through because they wouldn't understand it from her point of view so she puts her pain into making art the only art that can soothe her aching heart an art never before taught in history she draws lines on her own tapestry with blade and as her paint brush and her blood as her paint she draws lines on her arms until she faints behind a shut door she lies on the floor in a puddle of her own paint but now she's no longer in pain now free from all the pain she concealed the broken girls hearts is finally healed she no longer has to put up an act or pretend because her unbearable life has come to an end