Look at her,
Gaze at her;
HATE her,
We all do,
As she sits there,
Alone,
Not turning,
When she so cleary,
Needs help,
Instead she slashes,
Resisted the hand,
Her only confession,
Was her blade,
As she confessed,
Fat,
W.O.S
Waste of space,
On her hips,
To this day,
She looks at them,
The scars that is,
Of her past failing,
Weak of heart,
I profess her,
Because,
She breaks,
So easy,
As easy as,
A twig under foot,
As Stone hits glass,
As a butterflies wing,
She breaks, hurts, cries,
But her hope never dies.
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