• She walks by them daily
    But they don't see her
    She talks to them
    But they don't hear her
    They see straight through her
    As if she's cellophane
    She burdens herself with their problems
    Wanting to be loved by them,
    Needing to be perfect for them
    The only times they talk to her
    They complain of her faults
    Telling her she's worthless
    She never knows why she's worth nothing
    Her heart is being eroded
    By their pain striking words,
    She's cold and black inside
    So to release the pain and darkness
    She cuts herself with a knife
    And envisions all her pain flowing out
    Tears run down her face like a river
    Feeling lost and lonely she screams
    'Just kill me now; make the world a better place!'
    Crying violently she collapses to the floor
    'What did I do?' she asks over and over
    'Why can't I make it better?'
    Someone bangs on the door
    'Shut up, loser!' they shout
    She becomes rigid, she screwed up again
    Help me she pleads with her mind
    So her mind tells her to use the knife
    Saying 'At least they'll be mad about the blood'
    A new wave of tears come down
    She knew that's all they'd care about
    She took a deep breath, preparing herself
    As fast as she could
    She shoved the knife in her stomach
    Over and over she stabbed herself
    Feeling nothing she laid down to die