Who really cares?
About a lost little girl
A silly lost girl
Who really cares?
For a girl with scars
All up her arms
Down her sides
Who really cares?


Please show me who
Please tell me you care


Who really cares?
About a ****** up girl
A scared little girl


Who really cares?
About my silly little problems
Of a silly little girl

Everything I said
Was to protect you from me.
I can't tell you why.

Sometimes words must stop
In the throat to prevent hurt
The hurt you would feel.

To prevent myself
from interfering with things
I must stay quiet.

Stroking back the cream colored hair and staring into colorless eyes.
I see the future, the past, and slowly turn away for something better that was not there.

Holding her chin aloft, I smiled.  I felt nothing but hate.
But that hate turned into fear and that fear paralyzed all emotions,
and drowning I turned away to run.

Forsaken by family, forlorn by friends.
I asked "Why"?
"Because" was the answer, and it wasn't good enough.

Withdrawn from the world. No childhood, no love.
Locked in a room with no key, escaping from reality.
Reveling in fantasy!

Looking to be free of me.

Society told me
To look like a ****
Wear no clothes
And get a bigger ****

Society told me
That I am ugly
Much too hideous
For the public to see

Society told me
That I am worthless
And if I took my own life
I would not be missed

Society told me
That skin and bones look hot
They taught me how to eat
...or rather how to not

Society told me
That I am too fat
Well everyone is beautiful..
So
What kind of world says that?

Can you imagine a world where
The most beautiful girl
Would be the one who never cried,
Because every single tear
That would drop on our face
Would leave scars
On our upper cheeks.
Therefore the happiest girl
In the whole world,
The one who would've never cried,
Would be the prettiest
And it would be wonderful.
But then on the opposite,
The girl who'd suffer from depression,
Would be hiding alone in the dark,
Ashamed by those deep red marks
Tattooed on her face.