Skin and bones
Her heads down in the hallway,
she doesnt wanna be there,
covers her scars with her sleeves,
and her face with her hair;
And when she gets home,
theyre always so hard to please,
she hides in her room,
so they will never see;
That she crys herself to sleep at night,
she just wants to give up the fight,
no one sees shes falling apart,
no one sees theyre breaking her heart;
She hates the way she sees herself,
when she looks in the mirror,
throws away all of herself,
just to get a little thinner;
She wants to blame society,
she wants to blame the world,
she wants to blame her parents,
but the blames just getting old;
Shes dying inside and nobody notices,
frail tiny little girl with broken promises,
scars on her arms and loneliness in her heart,
she just wants to end this;
Now shes all made up of skin and bones,
living in this world alone,
wishing shw could be perfect,
i hope shell realize its not worth it..
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