She sits in her room
A tear with each cut
Feeling only doom
Labeled names like "slut"
Her fears come true
As she bleeds from the wrists
Her face a light blue
As tears fall like mist
Tis time for her Curtain Call
She whispers her goodbyes
A scream and then her fall
With success she flies
Awaken from a dream
She lays on a hospital bed
She recollects a scream
Then felt cold and dead
You slut, you bitch, you freak
Those words left in her mind
Mental scars have left her meek
The worst scars that no one can feel or find
because this girl was labeled names like slut
