She\'s always just been that random girl,
the girl who always gets judged,
the girl who is always by herself,
the one who gets left out,
at home there\'s always yelling and arguing,
eventually she started using knives to get relief,
but the relief goes away quickly and leaves scars,
she always stays in her room,
one day she got abused in every which way there is,
she tells herself that nobody loves or understands her,
she pulls out the knife from under her mattress,
she starts wearing long sleeves everyday,
to hide her scars,
now she\'ll just be that random girl with scars,
now if her parents found out she\'ll get judged more,
she starts feeling like a mistake,
that she was born at the wrong time and at the wrong place,
she\'s all alone in her room,
she\'s crying her self to sleep,
all these thoughts in her head,
she closes her eyes,
ready to give up on everything she writes her mother a letter,
saying that she\'s sorry and that she\'s just a mistake,
she was born at the wrong time at the wrong place,
not to worry i\'ll be watching you from the clouds,
just look up at the moon and you might see me,
she finally stands on a chair with a rope tied around her neck,
the chair falls,
now she\'s breathing her last breath,
meeting death,
meeting darkness itself,
then her mother walks in her room,
seeing her daughter hanging there so pale,
now nothing can change what she just saw,
reading her letter she says,
how is this fair?,
after 16 years of having her daughter she never noticed how depressed her precious daughter was,
but now its too late,
now she\'ll just be known as the vain random girl with scars,
the girl who commit suicide