She wears black heavy clothes,
And her hair covers her eyes just right.
Heavy dark ear liner under her eyes,
And black nail polish on her fingers.....
Black hoodies with her hood on,
Scars and fresh new cuts on both wrists.
They ask her what's wrong and she replys I'm fine,
She sits in class and stares out the window and waits....
Wait for what you may ask?
She waits for the answers she's looking for,
Rock music blasting on the stero, locked in her room once again putting this blade to her wrist....
Her mom doesn't even know what her baby girl is doing to herself,
She hides the cuts and scars and trys to smile but she can't....
This little emo girl is killing herself slowly and you want to know how I know?
Because this girl is me.........