She hid in the corner
Watched the other kids play
She spent her recess inside
She did it each day
She isolated herself
Even at a young age
She hid behind books
Lived in the page
As she got older
Her depression got worse
She learned real pain
Learned how to curse
The older she became
The more she hated life
She cried herself to sleep
Always kept a knife
Cheaks oh so pale
Got oh so red
When the salt water drops
Dripped on to her bed
Her parents constantly fighting
Many nights with out dinner
She was scared to be herself
Wished to be smarter and thinner
Now she's a teen
The so called best-years-of-her-life
Every things sucking more
Once again in her mind, the knife
A couple years gone by
Sixteen or so
She still has night mares of the past
Waking up screaming "No!"
It was eating her up inside
Therapy didn't work
The anti-depressants didn't stop the pain
Didn't stop the hurt
She splashed paint on her walls
Red for blood, black for hate
She slid down the wall and cried
Felt her heart seperate
She took a pocket knife from her pocket
She couldnt take this shit
She started bleeding blood of hate
Her wrist was slit
She layed down on the hard floor
Let her face touch the cold
The blood spread through out the tile
Let her fists unfold

 
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