Authors Note: I thought I'd share this song with you because it's really relatable and a great song for a cause. You should really look it up and listen to the actual song. It's amazing! As you can see, I have dedicated this story to Amanda. If you click on her profile, her song is on there too. Give her the credit, since it's her song. Thank you :) Hope you enjoy...
There is a girl in the front of my class who I swear I've never seen do anything but laugh.
She's tall and she's smart. Beautiful and strong.
And when someone's down, she tries to fix what is wrong.
How does someone so perfect, feel so insecure
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more
How does someone so loving
Learn to hate her own guts.
Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade,
As if her mind wasn't dark enough
There is a girl, in the front of my class who's eyes are glazed over like newly cut glass.
The ghost of a smile, hints at her face as she laughs when they tell her "Who's on first base"
How does someone so perfect, feel so insecure
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more
How does someone so loving
Learn to hate her own guts.
Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade,
As if her mind wasn't dark enough
There is a girl in the front of my class
Who's so sad that you find it rare to see her smile or laugh.
Her friends tell her jokes
Like that one with the guy
But all she does is close her eyes and enter her mind
How does someone so perfect, feel so insecure
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more
How does someone so loving
Learn to hate her own guts.
Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade,
As if her mind wasn't dark enough
There was a girl
In the front of my class
Who yesterday took
The breath that was her last...
She wrote a few notes:
"I'm sorry I didn't say
But my mind was messed up
You couldn't save me anyway..
And to the girl in the back of the class,
Who feels the way I did..
How does someone so perfect,
Feel so insecure. As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt... more...?"
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Depression Overcoming
Misterio / SuspensoBasically, these are my stories of my own life and experiences of depression. There are also some poems in here from other people or myself or just little clippings of stories. You can also message me a story you'd want others to read, and I'll post...
