She stares at the shard of glass,
As she thinks of her class.
She drags it across her skin,
She pushes the glass in.

You can’t hear her weep,
As the glass cuts deep.
Yet, the tears come to her eyes,
And take away her disguise.
If only her classmates knew,
What their words do,
What their word lead to.
Maybe they’d change what they say,
Maybe they’d keep their insults at bay.

She keeps it all inside,
Everyday, she tries to hide.
Everyday, she’s afraid,
And wishes someone would come to her aid.
But, she’s lost all hope,
So she cuts to cope,
With all the pain and hate.

She wonders about her fate,
And whether to wait,
To die another day,
Or why she should delay.