That girl.

Her skins all torn,
Due to the fact one cut leads to many more.

Words fill her head all the time,
You'd think this kind of life would be some sort of crime.

On the outside she's perfect,
Inside she's not even worth it.

Crying is what she does best,
I'm telling you, she's not like the rest

She's no one to anyone
She's just a toy to some

She'll never be the same
She's living her life full of shame

Appreciation was never seen,
sadly, this girl is me.