Truth Of A Lonely Girl

She did it again,
And she was good for so long.
She restrained herself,
From self harm.

The new hoodie,
Broken in now,
With the ever so familiar smell.

Crimson red,
Dripping down her arms.

Knowing what she did,
She hid,
Under the layers of clothing.
So no one could see.

She was good at that-
Hiding that is.
She could fool everyone,
Pretend nothings wrong.

But one day,
Fooling everyone so well,
They will have never known,
She was lying,
Until she was gone.