See that girl over there? The one wearing the sweatshirt?
She wears it so no one sees,
the scars left on her wrists from when she tried to leave.
She also wears the long sleeve t-shirts,
She wears it so no one will ask,
She puts on her smiling mask,
The same one she's worn,
Since the world has torn
her apart. It broke her to pieces
And I know that no one believes this,
But behind her kind gentle eyes she's dying.
She makes sure no one can see she's lying.
She's hiding but no one is looking.
She crying but no one is listening.
She lying but no one seems to care.
She's dying but no one even knows she's there.
She's lost but no one will find her.
She's gone but no one is crying.
She's forgotten among the sad people lying to themselves saying their life is happy.
Saying that there are still beyond that.
No one on this planet has the perfect life,
Besides the people society has deemed not deserving of the knife.
The "perfect" ones.
The "skinny" ones.
The "I've got lots of money" ones.
And tell me why society decides that its always right,
It's always leads to strife.
So before society leads that poor beautiful girl to pick up that knife...
tell her:
Tell her she's beautiful.
Tell her she's smart.
that she is loved.
And means something to this world.
Tell her not to leave.
