Words Hurt

Whore, emo
Loser, fat
Words hurt though you may not realize it
A girl with her wrists
They are stained red
Her arm is the violin, the blade the bow
The music she makes is
The most horrid sound, a combination of screams and sobs
The red that drips down her bone thighs
Shows the hurt she feels deep inside
The tears she silently cries
The situation of the toilet and girl
Is all too familiar
The food that comes up
Makes you puke more
You wish you could puke or bleed
Out all that sadness
That courses through your tiny veins
The scars that pop
Though you wear long sleeves
But still they burn
Soon you'll see
She gave in
And attempted the horrid
Now the tombstone reads,
"Here lies the girl who only showed the lies."