the night

She cries alone Every night in bed No one believes The thoughts inside of her head  No one sees Through her mask so prone To smiles and laughter The perfect deception  The perfect daughter She was thought to be Straight a’s were the only acception  Little did they know She was no longer present She watches the blood  Mix with the water Waiting for it to be over  Waiting for all of the pain to end The red flows like a flood How could no body actually know her All she needed was a friend Her consciousness fades away  Slowly, like the end of a day with shallow breaths And heavy lids She smiles Knowing it is finally over With the peace of death She sees the light  She walks into it Following the angels into the night