We can cry
We can hurt
We can craze
But that's fine
That's okay
Our grades matter more
Then our tears anyways

They say we are all loved
They drill it into our heads
But the only time people care
Is when we are
Popular
Beautiful
Or
Dead

I seem to be allergic to sleep
Wolves have slain my sheep

You ask me what's wrong
Is your sight that confined?

I gave you bread crumbs
You didn't seek so you didn't find

Even my 'fat' 'dumb' friend
Could tell that I'm not 'fine'

Just take a look at my wrists
Have you gone that blind?

I actually physically told you
That I am not in my mind

I am your daughter
I thought our brains were intertwined

So ask me again what's wrong
Go ahead. Ask.
You can't be surprised when I tell you
I made the answer an easy task

It will be hard
But
It will be worth it