You know that girl?
The one that a;ways look sad, wear long sleeves when it's hot so she can hide her cuts, and always sits in the back, silently crying.
But did you ever stop to think "Why?"
Why this girl does what she does.
Maybe she has family problems.
Maybe her "friends" left her.
Maybe she depends on a piece of metal for everything.
So maybe, if we talk to her, she would stop.
She would stop cutting.
She would stop sitting in the back, all alone.
She would be happy.
But no one's gonna do that.
They think she's crazy.
All because they don't understand.
They don't care enough to understand though.
No one does.
And maybe…Just maybe…This girl is me.



**All mine. Got bored during Math today, and wrote it. Make it pretty if you want, but give credit!