She’s not alive anymore
Something inside her broke
and it was the last string left
and the first time they spoke
They don’t talk because
no one cares
No one’s there
Then there are her friends
She doesn’t even like them
and you don’t get it
she’s bleeding
She’s numb
and if you weren’t so dumb
and maybe if you got off your ***
and sold the banana and grew a pair
she’d smile and sing
like she used to
but now every other word’s a sting
and she sits behind me in math class
but we’d never let her in
and she doesn’t tell me what she thinks
the national geographic
was being too graphic
when all she wanted to know was the traffic
in London, and somewhere in France
and the size of that ugly fat ladies pants
and the weather and whether or not she could cry
and if she would actually die
To be the size of the ladies on tv
As she reads her books
She gives her looked
She hurt herself
She hides her heart
She’s torn apart by you
And if you’d open your eyes
You’d see her tears
And tear
Yourself from the hurt and hate you
Harbor and see that