Hurt

Sitting in the dark is a girl
Her long brown hair wet with tears and sorrow
She is alone as she cries and whimpers away her pain

I am better than all of that she whispers
The stares of many have pierced her soul and soiled her dreams like a thousand bee stings

Their laughter stabs at her heart and tortures her mind as she sits with her head down. How long must this go on?
Glares and smirks torment her soul as she moves through the hall.

Laughter plunging through her heart stabbing and ripping away at her soul. All happiness leaving her as she sits crying. She screams out for all to hear her pain and regret and hurt.

No one will ever care for her