Cuts up and down her arms

Where has that happy girl gone?

Her arms have scars

There's no telling what from

I just hope it doesn't happen at home

Are her parents mean

Meanie than mine?

Who cares? I'll give her a good fright

Ugly, fat

How could it get worse than that?

I yelled at her for thinking she's the best

But then I realized she thought like the rest.

She wanted to die from the pain I caused.

I sat at her funeral and cried at her casket

I wish I would've been nicer back when she was alive.

She would've been doing fine

if I didn't open my big mouth.

And started talking about something i knew nothing about.

I saw her marks and I still didn't care.

I used to wish that she would cut off her hair.

Now I know she had it worse at home.

She wasn't a normal kid.

I should've seen that from the start

it's my fault that now she's sleeping with the stars