She is the girl
With scars on her arms
The girl that will hurl
The girl you brought harm
She looks in the mirror
And she sees someone who is worthless
She never thought she could see clearer
The things you said left her wordless
Soon her arms were dripping
Tears rolling down her face
Thoughts which she was fearing
She knew she could not win this race
She grabbed her chair
She put the rope around her neck
And she thought about all the terror
There was no one to keep her in check
Before she knew it she was dangling
Blood still drying
She knew she was dying
And she wasn't even crying
She was found with a wicked smile on her face
She finally felt she had won the race
