How

How could this be happening
She hears them as they walk by
Always whispering about her
If they only knew what she kept inside

You see she's not a normal teenager
Don't think she could ever be
All she can ever think is
How did this happen to me

As she walks through the halls
Thinking maybe if they knew
Then maybe they'd understand
What she's been through

But no they will never understand
Because they won't look past the scars
They don't really care about her
So they just whisper from afar

It's the same routine at home
As she grabs the bloodied knife
Always thinking this will be the time
The time I end my life

(If you read this please let me know What you think even if it's criticism it means alot to me)