I'm that one girl, who sits in the back of the class.
Just so I can go unnoticed, make my life last.
I always hide in my room.
Just so I don't get beaten, and bruised.
The kids at school, call me worthless, and stupid.
The teachers, say I don't try, but I do try...
I try my hardest at everything, but they don't seem to notice.
My sibling's all they do is torture me.
As if they feed off of my pain, and fear.
I'm that one girl, who only wears ear buds.
To block out the voices of anger, and hurt.
My arms, are not that clean, or neat.
I'm not pretty, and when I say that I mean it.
Maybe I'm not worth it, maybe I'm just a piece of *******.
I am stupid, and I have come to believe it.
Maybe I really don't try hard enough, and I am not trying harder.
My sibling's can feed off me all they want, I don't care anymore.
I've taken my ear buds out, and I'm listening to the screaming of hate.
Yeah my arms are cut, and they will always be cut.
Yes I am not pretty, and that's the truth.
But I am me, and that's okay.

Wake up, and do ADL's
Walk to school, and be late for class
Get yelled at, go to office
Next class, be late again
Get detention, go to lunch
Get food, throw it away
Don't eat, go outside
Get bullied, go to next class
Gets sent home, walks home
Go through back door, don't be seen
Gets seen by mum, and gets beat
Go up stairs and avoid bruder's room
Bruder comes out, slaps me
Don't cry, it'll just hurt more
Go online, pretend to do homework
Find someone just like me
Say hi, they say hi back
Talk to them, make friends
Feel like someone cares
Goes to sleep, wakes up
Gets in fight with mum
Sneaks the pills, takes them all
Go to hospital,  surgery
Go home, get beat
Go online, talk to friends
Feel accepted, and loved
Gets offline doesn't eat the whole day
Thinks 2 more days, goes to sleep
Wakes up, goes online
Feel happy, goes down stairs
See's mum, dread...
I mean dead... No more dread...

Left behind, bruised and broken.
Emotions inside, never cry.
Sleeves remain down, until tonight.
No fear, though I'm not alright.
"I'm fine," though I'm really dying.
Look in my eyes, oh so dull.
I was fat, look at me now.
I still don't eat, I'm becoming skinny.
Am I your perfect princess, really?
My thoughts, remain suicidal.
I will never be someones idol.
I know, because I already tried.

what happened to "us"
was there ever a "us"
did you really want a "us"
you told me you loved what we had
i wish there was a "us" but look
there isnt a "us" anymore
yesterday you called me and told me you"loved me"
did you really
when you fell asleep on the phone with me
were you happy
when you said "i made you the happiest person live"
was that true
or was it all a lie?