The scars on her wrist leave pain,
And She doesnt want to hit the vein.
Their laughing leaves her crying
they make her feel like she's dying.
Everyone knows how the story ends,
the girl that nobody cared about then.
No one will hear her silent tears fall,
Because she will not make it to her spring ball.
Her parents are left dying,
while her sister is left inside crying.
She takes the blad one last time to her skin,
Then she will not remember a thing.
We lost a such beautiful life they will say ,
While her mother and father sit there and pray .
They hope this is all some big dream ,
but they just can't help but scream .
How did this happen to my baby girl ?
Their whole world just went by in a whirl.
Her memorie hunts those girls soul,
that leaves their hearts like one big black hole .
We tell ourselfes it wasn't arent fault that she went to far ,
Yes, but we will soon see her scar .
Realizing that it wasn't just one scar at all ,
and we are the ones who mad her go mad and hit the wall .
She might be out of her pain,
And her name will never be said in vane .
But the rest of us are left her to take the silent blame ,
Because of all of the horrible names we said that left us silent in shame.
We will never forget what we did ,
That made us think we were a cool kid .
It's to late now to say sorry for are once thought to be funny actions ,
And her parents are only left with her tinny ashes .
