She sits there not saying anything.

All because she thinks its okay and that she is fine.

But soon she will relize that its not right.

Tho the day she dies is the day she relizes they were wrong.

They should have never said she was worthless. 

She still would be happy.

They should have never said she was ugly.

She would have still thought she was beautiful. 

They should have never said no-one cares about you.

She would have never pushed people away. 

They treated her like trash.

They are the reason she harmed herself.

Only if she had someone.

Someone to tell her shes important.

Someone to tell her she is loved.

Someone to take her razors away.

She just might have been saved .

Saved from the demons inside her head.

But it was to late they got into her head and made a monster.

A monster that lives on forever.

She had no choice but to cut herself too deep to end the pain she was holding within.

Only if you would have known that one day that could be me.

But it will be too late.

You cant save me.

Im gone away six feet down in the ground.