Whenever she’s hurt she can’t vent her anger, So she glares at everyone near. She chooses books and animals over people, Because being hurt is her worst fear. Soon she starts to cut, Deep, deep into her wrist. Nobody knows about the habit, But its like a drug, providing bliss. She hides her blade on her windowsill, And goes about life as it nothing is wrong. Nobody gives her a second thought, Even though she would cry to the happiest song. Still they go and hurt her mind, She cant see why the don’t care. She feels like she is blind, Like they truthly could help her. Finally one day she cant go on. She doesn’t even bother to cut. She tells her howrse friends goodbye, She says “Remember me by this song” She sings “leave out all the rest” Sings it one last time Before she take 20 pills, And lies in her bed, ready to die. A few hours later, If I get what I want, Hopefully ill gone. Hopefully ill be dead.