Everyday is the same,
We all have to play this disgusting game.
Being labeled names like 'losers',
These kids, I swear they're all abusers.
They push us harder to push ourselves,
But they can't see our full shelves.
We have enough to deal with, don't you see?
I'm hurt, in pain, emotionally.
We don't see it now,
But she's going to take one last bow..
She's dead! She's dead!
No one knows how much she bled.
Labeled as a 'slut',
She cut, and cut.
Her wrists were full of scars that show,
A story still not to know.
The abusers know it's all they fault,
But still they still can't halt.
She's gone now, no coming back.
I still remain in attack.