Staring at her Converse shoes
She walks with her head down
Her black hair hanging past her face
She didn't look at anyone around
Even though it was hot outside
She wore her long sleeve sweater
Sat in her desk quietly in class
No raising her hand, she knew better
If she tried to answer the question
The kids would just make fun of her
So she just called them stupid inside her head
When they just guessed at the answer
After school it was time to go home
After having things thrown on the bus
Then walking down the long driveway
After the bus left her with lots of dust
She'd get in her room and shut the door
To pull out her books for the evening
After about 6:30 there'd be beer bottles thrown
And more of her father's cursing then leaving
Her mom would get depressed and cry real loud
Wail all to herself
So she'd go in the quiet of the bathroom
And snap herself with rubberhands for welts
After that, she'd move to the razor
To make those sweet red lines
As they appeared magically
Hurting more each time
It's not that she loved the pain
Just that it was something she could control
And she wanted to stop, but couldn't
That was all
Finally one night
The fighting had got so bad
Her mother wouldnt quit crying
And it just made her so sad
So she didnt quit cutting that night
Till she finally passed away
And no one even found her dear body
Until the very next day
Her mother didnt seem bothered
And her father didnt have a care
So everyone felt so sorry
And apologized for never being there
Even though they said it to her grave
Her spirit still could see
And so with this information
She rested easily