She's walking down the streets tripping              
over everything like she has two left feet .She wipes the tears that's covering her eye sight,and sees a guy standing on the sideline.That broken smile, the scratch on the wrist, the way he keeps clenching his fist. She walks home with the thought in her head that someone else might be hurting instead.
She lays on her bed looks at her wrist kisses the places where her blade didn't miss, looks at the moon and says out loud ''i'm not going to let this bring me down''. For she knew that life may treat her like trash.But all she needs is a life that would last.