Abundance of poems;

Not anymore;

I used to be that girl who sits
In front of the class;
Used to be that girl whose hands
Are always up;
Swinging in the air;
I used to be that girl; 
The girl who walks the corridor
With friends by her side;
I used to be that girl who always get invited into parties and sleepover.
I used to be that girl.
Until this tall man;
Whiskey on hand;
Under the spell of intoxication
Hits me; spank me.
I plead.
Plead and plead that night;
It goes non stop.
The night follows;
And I cut.
Cut my skin; my bones;
My flesh; my soul.
The sirens rang.
White room welcomes me;
The day follows;
They're starring at me;
mixed with confusion and pity;
They whisper as I pass by;
Their fingers pointing.
Saying i'm suicidal. Crazy. Psychopath. Bitch. Loner.
Now;
I am that girl who sat by the
Corner of the room;
Her eyes glued to the window;
Hoping to find serenity.
I am that girl who eats her lunch
In the bathroom;
The girl who's pillows are always wet;
The girl who wears long sleeves
So that people won't see the scars;
The ugly scars.
The ugly cuts.
Guess;
I'll be that girl who will soon
Leave this cruel world early.