Little cuts all over wrist
Her hands always balled up in fists
She is always holding back tears
She doesn't know how to control her fears
No one understands this little lady
People telling her she is to shady
She does not like who she is
Her life is just like a quiz
But without an answer key
Confusion of who she should be
Her parents are not helping anymore
This young girls heart is tore
She is about ready to be dead
She is thinking about plans that are getting to her head
Oh no she has the gun there goes the trigger
Now blood surrounds her quicker then the lights can flicker
