She cries every night until she falls asleep.
She cuts until she's weak.
Nobody knows because she wears long sleeves.
In P.E she crosses her arms so nobody see's.
But then she met that one guy who turned her life around, her frown became a smile. Her cuts became scars, and the things she use to be sad about only make her see, people don’t have to like, for you to like yourself.
