They Don't...

The pain in her eyes is as plain as day.
But no one gives a fuck.
She fakes a smile so they don't suspect a thing.
She laughs when she feels like crying.
Who cares about the girl in the corner?
The one that they all love, but don't understand?
They see the scars criss-crossing up and down her arms.
They've seen the blade she hides in her room.
They know what she does but they don't give a damn.
They think it's just a phase.
They don't know how long it's been going on.
They know what her life is like, but they don't care.
They see her with her jackets on all year long
And think she's just cold.
They don't get her.
They say they're her best friends.
If they were you'd think they'd at least pretend to worry