You hear people whisper
You hear people talk
"Look thats the girl...
the one who cuts"
Everyday as you walk through the halls
It's as if everyone is staring
Your knees become week
Your body starts to shake
You start to feel numb
As you run to the bathroom
And the constant tears roll down
You go in a stall, with your back against the door
Take out the blade and you cut once more
