Broken

She's broken, She's busted,
her hearts cracked, and her soul is rusted.
You don't know it, no you don't know.
That's something she's good at hiding,
that's the one thing she will never show

She's drowning in her imperfections
her wrists are stained red.
These cuts are deep enough to cause infections,
these cuts are for the things you've said.

She cant go a whole day without crying
but thats something you've never seen.
She crys at home,
because the words you say to her are so mean.

The scars on her wrists,
those are because of you.
But your stupid, your oblivious,
you dont have a clue.

So when you see her in the hallway,
just leave her the hell alone.
She doesn't need anymore crap at school,
she deals with enough at home.