She has the perfect boyfriend,
He makes here feel she belongs,
When there together she laughs and smiles,
Like something's finally right.
When she goes home,
Her inbox is full of hate mail,
With the exception of his texts,
He tells her goodnight
and the smiles wear off.
The texts don't,
Worthless,
Ugly,
Stupid,
Unwanted,
Unloved,
Alone.
She begins to cry,
She thinks of him and feels so wrong,
Because when he wakes up tomorrow morning,
He'll ask how her night was,
She'll reply "amazing" because she's afraid,
Telling him will only bring him down with her.
So she'll cry tonight,
The next day she'll be at school,
That girl with the perfect life,
They all say she's pretty to eachother,
But never to her face.
She's screaming help me,
She hate's herself,
She can surely see the easy way out,
As she chooses the long way,
Keeps to herself.
She hates herself,
Wont someone help?
She hates herself,
Why wont she ask for help?