The song of the unfortunates

There's a girl in my friend's class

There's a girl in my friend's class

Who's perfect in every way.

She's funny and kind,

And smiles the whole day.

She's loving, and caring,

And helps people along.

And you might know her,

So share this song.

She likes to sing,

Eyes plugged to her phone,

She loves all her friends,

And loves her home.

How does someone so perfect,

Feel so insecure,

As to scar her skin with cuts and scrapes,

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 isn't dark enough.

There is a girl,

Who's in my friend's class

Who's eyes are glazed over

Like freshly cut glass.

A ghost of a smile

Hints on her face

And she laughs as they tell her

All about space.

How does someone so perfect,

Feel so insecure,

As to scar her skin with cuts and scrapes,

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 isn't dark enough.

There is a girl

Who's in my friend's class

Who is so sad,

Yet you still see her laugh.

Her friend's tell her jokes,

As they look at the sky,

But all she does is close her eyes 

And enter her mind.

There is a girl,

Who's in my friend's class

Don't let this breath

Be her last.

We'll write her a note,

And here's what it'll say,

Your mind's not messed up,

We love you this way.

So to all of you who reading,

I hope you think as I do.

How does someone so perfect,

Feel so insecure,

As to scar her skin with cuts and scrapes,

And still want to hurt more?