This girl doesn't see the world the same
she use to think it was a game
the world tore her apart from pieces to shreds
now she has to take prescription meds
drowning in depression everyday
making it hard for her to stay
slits and cuts throughout her arm
taking her pain out through self-harm
she'd rather lose her memory
than have flashbacks of a cemetery
that one event that changed it all
all that screaming from the hall
all that blood splattered everywhere
all those people gathered where we were
whispers and tears on their faces
never again to see those places
