She walked to school
A fake smile painted on her face,
Anticipating memories and scars
she can't and won't erase.
Pale, deathly, skin and bones
A body all her own,
Was ridiculed, provoked--undone
Until she was alone.
They never felt remorse
Towards the words they said to her.
Like rusted knives, they cut too deep,
Her self esteem, an endless blur.
You were never really smart.
Each word, a razor in her chest
That ripped into her fragile heart.
Their words sliced in dissection.
And soon she made herself believe it
When she looked at her reflection
The fading scars along her wrists
Still remind her of the pain
The endless days of tortured words
The anger, hurt, and