This Girl..

She's at it again.
Slicing her wrist..
with her little razor friend.
She feels like she's stupid,
and like no one cares.
She doesn't get that everyone is there.
She sits in the dark.
Covering her eyes.
Just so she can't see.
That everything is alright.
She scratches at her skin.
To be cut is the only way she fits in.
The people around her,
scream her name.
She doesn't get that from cutting,
there's nothing to gain.
She now has cut to deep.
She's opened her eyes.
And now she sees.
Things aren't as bad as they seemed.
The people around,
cry every night.
All because that precious girl.
Never opened her eyes.