When you look into her eyes,
All you see is that she's stoned.
When she looks into her eyes,
All she sees is a broken soul.
When you see her smile,
You think that she's fine.
When she smiles,
It's so that she doesn't have to explain what's wrong.
You see the cuts on her arm,
And think that she's crazy and stupid.
When she looks at her cuts,
She remembers all the hurt she felt, needing relief.
Do you really know her? Or do you think you know her. She's not the girl you think she is. She doesn't do those things for attention. She does them because she's sad, and doesn't know any other way to feel ok. Even if it's just for a little while.
