they think it's all fun and games
they laugh at her, call her names
spit on her and pull her hair
she just wants somebody to care
she cannot understand why
they push her down and make her cry
is it because she's different, and they're all the same?
she lets the tears fall and hides her head in shame
they see cuts on her arms, call her a freak
and she's too scared to speak
to stand up for herself, she'd be standing alone
she wants to disappear, to just be gone
the house is quiet but the pain is loud
she'll never be part of the popular crowd
and they will torment her day after day
it's time for her to just go away
so she leaves a note on her bedroom door
saying she's sorry she can't do this anymore
she's been thinking for a while, had this carefully planned
a glass of water, empty pill bottles crowding up her nightstand
no one knew that this pain ran so deep
when her only wish was to just go to sleep
ambulance & police lights flashing outside
secrets uncovered, things she tried to hide
were brought to light
as paramedics willed her to fight
they brought her back, felt her beating heart
and she knew this was when the healing would start
because she could never be that girl again