Watching you kill her with
your stares.
She hides the wounds on
her wrists
because she knows no one
will care.
She's all in alone in her
crashing down
world.
Her friends become fake
as the truths
unfurls.
Watching you kill her with
your whispers
she hides her bones with
baggy clothes.
If only someone would
pay attention the truth
would be
known.
