do you?Do you ever take the time to look behind the mask?
Do you see the pain behind that crooked little smile?
Do you see how broken she is?
How afraid of being alone?
She's so bouncy, so hyper.
A nutso squirrel on crack.
Have you ever questioned why she wears hoodies all the time?
Do you know that she cuts herself?
Do you know that she has the word freak scarred into her skin?
Because your words damaged her so badly.
Do you know her favorite color?
Do you know why she writes those words on her hand?
Because they keep her from reaching for that razorblade again.
She doesn't believe in happy endings, or that anyone could ever love her.
She's a freak, an idiot, a loser, worthless, stupid, diseased.
She hears the whispers.
Her music isn't blasting all the time.
She can't protect herself from the words all the time.
They hit her like bullets, destroy her faster than any physical blow could.
She doesn't end it all because she wants to hope there's something more.