A Dying Heart

There was a girl I knew

Who was beautiful and smart

But also insecure.

You could tell her to her face

That she meant the world to you

And she would claim that wasn't true,

Believing that the world would be better off

Without her.

The girl only went on because of

Her family, knowing that if she left

It would destroy them.

And so she forced herself to live

Although her heart longed to die.