I sit here in front of the mirror, asking what is wrong with me?,
Wheres the ugliness everyone seems to see?,
Is it all in their mind?,
Because I'm finding it hard to find,
Do they say it to get me down?,
Do they do it to make me frown?,
Is that the reasons? if so it's worked,
The thing that hurts the most it that the laughed and smurcked,
Now I'm GONE i don't see them act the same,
Everyones crying+shouting my name,
As she finds me alone cold on the floor,
As that poor girl pushed opened the door,
As my pool of blood is red as a rose,
The girl stand still silent stiff as if she were froze,
As she screamed and cry-ed for help her eyes full of tears,
She couldn't work out y i had done this was it her fault she began 2 fill with fears,
Can bulling someone hurt them this much?,
Her head she began to clutch,
Thinking should i of been nice?
should of took the teachers advice,
if i had maybe her wrists would of been clear,
And i wouldn't have 2 life the rest of my life in fear,
