I wouldn't look if I was you
broken by the years
she sits...
sits curled up in the corner
swaying...
swaying back and forth,
back and forth
covered in blood...
blood from the cuts she made
the flesh scared...
scared by her life of torment
torment of twisted idea's
she had from bullies
bullies she was told were her friends
friends that can only stand and watch
watch her closely as she gives in
gives into her thoughts
thoughts of pain, hurt and hate
Hate what you see?
Hate what you caused?
friends I've blocked out...
and I told you not to look.
