She’s just a normal teenager,
Standing in a crowd,
She seems to be so different though,
So much so people stop to turn around.
They judge her on the way she looks,
The thick make up around her eyes,
The scars that stretch across her arms,
And suddenly they’re sure they know why.
But they have no idea what life the girl leads,
They don't know she actually does want it to end.
The girl’s a very lonely child,
She sits at home and cries,
Her emotions so powerful, taking over her life,
She looks forward to the day that she dies.
She lifts up her razor blade,
Observing it from afar,
Moving it closer and closer to her arm,
Her arm that was once so pretty before all the scars.
She sends it slicing through her skin,
Blood dripping on the floor,
She only did it once that day,
But it started to become more and more.
“She’s a waste of time, look how moody she is”
They never know how painful she is
Her life had become pointless,
No one left to love,
No one there to care for her,
She’d finally had enough.
Tears streamed down her eyes,
The awful comments breaking her heart even more,
She thinks about the girl she used to be,
The happy, bubbly girl, just a few years before.
If only someone hadn’t judged her,
And tried to read her signs,
The signs that showed her plea for help,
Someone could have give her strength to survive.
But she is more than just what stands before them,
What their eyes can see.
She once was a happy girl,
Who got good grades at school,
She didn’t care for what people thought of me,
But she has grown to be not such a fool.
She knows they’ve made impressions about her,
Before even knowing who she is,
They don’t think about the problems she may has in her life,
She know they truly don’t give a damn.
"So let me say this to you,
And I’ll only say it once,
After this my life is through,
Thanks to you it shall be gone.
NEVER stereotype me for the way I look,
Don’t judge the decisions I chose to make,
I know that most now, were pretty bad,
But I have tried to learn from my mistakes.
How do you know that I’m not smart?
Or really good at sport?
How do you know I don’t like to help others?
How can you be shore I wish to have my life cut short?
Everyone is different,
So don’t DARE judge others by what you see,
And if you do I hope you pay,
By suffering for all eternity.
Well now I bid you my goodbye,
As it is my time to go,
I do not believe I belong on this earth.."
