You try best, you have tried enough!
The cut on your arm is not from,
The bicycle accident like you said,
The bruise on you leg is not from,
Falling off your bed.

The cuts you have on your face,
you have tried best to hide,
When you said you were all right,
You had only just lied.

The whipping marks on your back,
You try greatest to ignore,
Even now that it has,
Become blistered and sore.

The thought that most lingers,
You try best to hide,
About leaving this world for good,
About committing suicide.

Your teachers have been asking questions,
Your friends have become concerned,
You shake your head in a lie and remember,
The night you had gotten burned.

The memories you try,
Almost to hard to forget,
You hope more then all,
It is them who will regret.

Your parents are supposed to be,
Your friend or better, you family,
But have now grow to be,
Your worst enemy.

All of the dishonesty,
You have chosen to speak,
The bruises and cuts on your skin,
You have chosen sneak.

You have tried best,
To keep your life unvoiced and silent,
About how your father or mother,
Has become so violent.

The hand that held the belt,
Is the same hand that smacked you,
And the same foot,
That kicked you.

The pain you try best to hide,
About how it has become to unbearable,
And that the memories,
have become so terrible.

The cut on your arm is not from,
The bicycle accident like you said,
The bruise on you leg is not from,
Falling off your bed.

The cuts you have on your face,
you have tried best to hide,
When you said you were all right,
You had only just lied.

The whipping marks on your back,
You try greatest to ignore,
Even now that it has,
Become blistered and sore.

You try best to hide, you have tried hard enough!