life outside your eyes.

There is this girl
No one knows this girls name
All they know is that she is quiet, shy, emotionless
But no one knows who she really is

No one knows that when she goes home, she is beat
She has bruises and scars all over her body
But she never says anything
Not because she doesnt want to, because she is scared of what will happen

No one understands her
They dont want to know her
The kids in school make fun of her
They laugh, pick on, hit, and put her down

But they dont know she thinks of suicide all the time
They think she just wants attention, acceptance
But no
All she wants is someone to understand her pain and hurt

They dont care that she was raped when she was little
They dont care that she comes to school every day in tattered clothes
With broken bones, new cuts, old scars, even bruises
She has even come to school stinking

It was never her choice to be like that, smelly, dirty, dark and depresed
It was the way she was raised, she was treated worse then dirt
whatever the dog didnt eat, she did
because it was the only meal she could get

If she was caught, she was beat
If she fought the beating, she was raped
If she fought the rape, she was cut, stabbed, sliced and diced
If she ever fought that, she would be killed, without a second thought

Maybe if some people had taken the time to get to know her
The real her
It wouldnt have ended like it did
With her taking her own life

When the body was found
They saw just how much damage was done
They couldnt believe that much damage had been done
They were amazed that one body had taken so much, yet never spoke of it

The body was covered in scars, old and new
In cuts that had barely healed, with body parts hanging by threads
Her hands and feet gone, laying on the ground beneath her
A rounded stomach, with the child that would never be born

Yet no tears were shed, they were to horrified by the body
By themselves, they couldnt beleive they had said and done those things to her
The family itself was so shocked, so horrified, they did the one thing the could
They took their own lifes, in the same way she had taken hers

And at the four person funeral, there wasnt a dry eye
Not because of the deaths of the family
But because of a diary, a diary kept by the girl
It was found and read, and in it, they found out what that girl had went through

While the bodies were being lowered into the ground
Every person put a rose in the grave of the girl and said a prayer
Hoping that after a life like that
She would find peace

As for the other three bodies
They spat in the grave
Cussed at them
And wished them an eternity of pain and misery