So maybe her life ain't that perfect
A couple scars here and there.
But where did they come from
And when did they arrive there?

LATE AT NIGHT SHE CUTS HERSELF
WHEN THINGS GO BAD.
NOT MUCH THAT YOU CAN DO,
IF YOU DID YOU'D JUST MAKE HER MAD.

But so upset I find her anyways
I just don't disturb.
Every mark that she keeps making
Hurts me worse and worse.

HER SCHOOL LIFE SUCKS
HER HOME LIFE TOO.
NO ONE TRIES TO HELP HER
IF THEY DID THERE'S NOT MUCH THEY COULD DO.

So for years she cuts unnoticed,
Only I see the pain.
I don't bother talking to her
Or her next scar I would be the blame.

SHE DOESN'T WEAR T-SHIRTS ANYMORE
EVERYONE WONDERS WHY.
I WISH I HAD TOLD SOMEONE
I REALLY DON'T WANT TO SEE HER DIE.

So those few cuts
Have turned into many more.
And every one she does
They go deeper into her sore.

HER ARM IS ALL SCARRED UP
FROM ALL THE CUTTING SHE DOES.
THINKS SHE IS A FUCK UP
AND IT DRIVES HER INSANE.

One day she isn't home.
Doesn't show up at school.
Where can she be?
But hanging from a tree.

SHE HAD HATED HER LIFE SO MUCH
SHE WAITED FOR THIS MOMENT TO COME.
FOUND THE RIGHT MOMENT TO STRIKE
AND NOW THE DEED IS DONE.


(the letters in caps are gothicangel's and the ones in lowercase are TheWhimperedRose's)