Kaity had been awfully quiet this week.normally she'd be talking to me nonstop.I finally walked to her room and saw her with scissors in her hand and a bloody wrist.I ran to her and screamed "What the hèll are you thinking??Thats not gonna help you!!!!!KIAN!" I heard Kian's heavy steps pounding down the stairs and running down the hallway.He looked in kaity's room and saw her wrist.He was so so pale it scared me.I thought he was going to faint. Kaity looked at Kian's face and mine and she collapsed into my arms sobbing.She told me "No one knows what it's like to be me.I miss mom and dad.I am bullied all the time.I get threatning text messages and people physically hurt me.To top it off no one notices!" I rocked back and forth looking to Kian for some help.Anything."kaity we notice ur not ur cheery self but we thought it best we not ask unless you want us to know.Cutting isn't okay at all but I see what forced you to do it.Just don't. Liz I'm going to go speak with her principle.Ill be back."
Kaity's POV:
no one notices me anymore unless they want to hurt me.They single me out.They hurt me. I held out my wrist and grabbed the scissors.I cut and it hurt but It seemed to take the pain away.i only felt the pain in my wrist.I hear a gasp behind me and I turn to Liz staring in horror at my wrist and her screaming. I wrote a poem before I did this... Here it is
She carefully covers up her fragile body
Her mind wonders to everyone else
Everyone thinks she's so tough and bullies her
But she's not, she bandages her her small fragile body
She has so much scars from her battle with life
She has scars all over her body with some deeper than others
She nvr brags or shows off her scars
She hides them from everybody so they don't know what happens at home
Her friends wonder why they can never come over but don't ask
They don't know she gets beaten and whipped by her dad
No one knows she blames herself for her moms death
She talks her friends out of harming themselves
Cause she knows what it's like to feel worthless
She's always the one to talk others out of suicide
But yet she had a hard time doing the same for herself
Every morning she wonders how she's still living
Every night she tries to decide how to kill herself
She remembers her dream when she was still little
She remembers how everyone called her a slut
But failed to realize she was raped when she was six
Now at age fourteen she realizes every year is even worse than the last
She sees that year after year it's gotten worse and won't get better
Year after year month after month week after week
And finally day after day all the life in her has disappeared
It slowly drained and faded away from her
She can't ever focus in school and gets beaten for it
She distances herself from her friends
But they never notice
They've seen her scars but never ask
They ask her personal questions
But she never answers, instead she changes the subject
She will say one word but they never understand
"Why don't you run away?" Was their response
Even if she ran away she would still want to die
See no one knows what goes through my head.Now they do
