She worries about her mother,
She worries about her dad.
She worries about everything,
But doesn't worry that she's sad.
Worry about everyone,
Pushing the bars.
Not worrying about herself,
Push the sleeves to cover her scarres.
Disgusted with her weight,
Wants to die her brown hair.
Paint her fingernails black,
But ignore the pain that's there.
She lies in the dark alone,
Awake and crying.
At school she says nothing's wrong,
When inside she's really dieing.
The slit to cure it all,
The slit so she would die.
The slit to heal the pain,
All her parents needed was to know why.
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