Eve of my 15th birthday

Tomorrow the girl
She turns 15
Tomorrow she will be
Treated as a queen
But other days
She feels ignored
Just another common soul
Who when she cries
People turn,
Their backs face her,
Her tears she hides,
Her life is depression,
her companion is misery
she sinks to new depths
as her wrists bleed.
She fakes a smile
and then moves on
It works for a while
then it all goes wrong
She looks in the mirror
and she tries to make it right
she starts to cry
She knows it won't be alright (she knows she won't win the fight)