There's a girl crying I can see her perfectly: Long red hair Piercing green eyes The palest skin you'll ever see Always listening to music; like its her lifeline, her oxygen. The scars you'll never see on her thighs. And the memory of accidents all over her; on her face, her arm, her legs. The more I look at her the more I realise this girl is me. And the reason she- I am crying is because of you, your abusive eyes. You may not even be looking at me, but I am for certain that you're judging me, as if you were God on my judgement day. And for that I couldn't forgive you, but just know I don't blame you.