Scars on her Arms

One sad thought...
Thats what it all begins with.
No one will listen...
Thats what makes it worse.
Sitting there, in her little corner of the room...
Self loathing.
A tear is shed, although its wiped away quickly...
Ashamed if someone might have seen it.

One lonely girl
Looking at the scars on her arms
Everyday she wakes up, forced to remember her past
A past that she wish's she could have changed
Although it seems it could never be that way