just an average girl she always wore a smile, she was cheerful and happy for a short while.
now shes older things are getting colder, lifes no what she thought, she wished somone had told her.
She told you she was down you let it slip by, So from then on she kept it on th he inside.
She told herself she was alright, but she was telling white lies, can't you tell? just look at her full eyes.
tried to stop herself from crying almost every night, but she knew there was no chance of feeling alright.
Summer came by, all she wore was long sleeve, 'cause those cuts on her wrist were bleeding through you see.
She knew she was depressed but didn't want to admit it, didn't think she fit it everyone seemed to miss it.
She carried on like a soldier with a battle wound, bleeding out from evrey cut her body consumed. She had no freinds at school, all alone she sat, and if somone would notice she would blame the cat.
But those cuts on her wrist her wrist they were no mistake, but no one cared enough to save her from her self hate.
things were going down never really up, and here she is now stuck in this stupid rut.
She knew exactly what she had to do next, just stand on that chair and tie the rope around her neck.
She wrote a note with her hand shaking wild, "look at me now, are you proud of your precious child?".
But she knew that her parents weren't
the ones to blame,...