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"I told you not to leave me"

"sorry"

There is a girl
In the front of the class
Who has never
Done anything but laugh

She's tall and she's smart
Beautiful and strong
And when someone's down
She tries to fix what is wrong

How does someone so perfect,
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more...

How does someone so loving,
Learn to hate her own guts?
Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough

There is a girl
In the front of the class
Who's eyes are glazed over
Like newly cut glass

The ghost of a smile
Hints at her face
And she laughs as they tell her
"Who's on First Base"