she takes a pair of scissors to her bleach blonde hair
if people ask, she will say it was only a dare
she scrapes off the cotton candy pink nail polish, only to paint them again as black holes
she stopped paying so much for a damn shirt that no one bothered to look at
this human being is going insane and unbearable pain that you look right past
there was one witness to the crime, no it wasn't the hero this time
it was the by-stander, a stranger who could have changed her self-destructive ways
every single day in class, he would observe the lines decorating her wrist
the way she pulled her arm to her side when any of her peers walked by
she would stare off into space for countless hours, grades dropping lower and lower
her skinny jeans became rather loose, making her look sickly thin
her face turned whiter every minute, from lack of sunshine and too much pain
he saw this happening to her slowly, it was such a quick change
he didn't even bother to show up at her grave, for he was too ashamed
he could have filled her veins with a different kind of thing
taking his fangs out, to suck all of the hurting parts in her brain away
he became more mindful of his dark surroundings, for a broken person
can tell if a person is also broken, from many miles away
two years later, he noticed a girl who would change by day
sicker and more miserable she became, her eyes yelped for help
on the day she planned her tragic ending, something had overcame the boy
he refused to watch another person fall apart right before his own eyes
so he let her inside, and she told him she was fine
but he knew better than to believe that lie
patching her up, sewing her heart back together
even though their love didn't last forever
she carried on with her life, and learned how to be happier than ever
