• The girl that once smiled,
    stand's before you in silence.
    Frown on her face,
    and a look of defiance.
    Scars on her arms,
    show what tears can't explain.
    A razorblade's caress,
    to remove all her pain.
    The words you all use,"slut","skank",and "whore",
    you believe they're just words;
    words,nothing more.
    But they carve through her so deeply,
    like butter and a knife,
    with the power of their impact,
    now she hates her own life.
    So she stands outside crying,
    crying in the rain,
    slit her wrists and cry more,
    she thinks she's to blame.
    She doesn't think she's worth it,
    nothing special about her,
    so she sits alone,hurting,
    because pain is her cure.