They're not there to help me
In that class of 21
To them that blond girl next to me matters more
Because of the scars on her wrists
The boy who sits in front is more important
because of the poison alcohol he drinks
The quite girl who sits in the corner
Her problems concern you more
Because of the passing of her parents
The pretty girl with the green eyes
Why do you care for her more
because of the purple bruises her boyfriend scared her creamy skin with
Why should their pains seem more of a burden then mine?
Because theirs are seen on the outside
My pains hurt deep
Caressing my heart
and challenging my soul
My problems bleed into my abstract mind
Infecting me with a virus
Its spreads throughout me
During your tests and schoolwork
In my own mind I'm drowning
Does that not qualify me for your concern
The influence pressures me
I can't avoid the stress
I want to rip out my hair
And scream for help
But no one can hear my Cries
Because my pain attacks my insides
Because They cannot see right away what I'm going through
Because
They're not there to help me
In that class of 21
