She sits on her bed silently crying
Tear streaks running down her face
Her swollen right eye bright red
Soon to be black and by society unseen.
Her left arm is tightly bandaged
As it hangs limply by her side
Many thoughts run through her head
Thoughts that no teen should think.
'Do I deserve this treatment?
Do I deserve to be in pain?
What is the point of living?
Why won't anybody help me?'
Day by day she wonders
While she sits and cries on her bed
If ever life will be different
If ever her eternal torment will end.
Time passes by and her flesh heals
Only to be replaced by new ones.
Continually her eyes search the crowds
At school none turn her way.
Her eyes are wide and pleading
And always on the verge of tears.
Then one day a stranger approaches her
And he asks her a question she had never expected
But had always dreamed of hearing
'Hey there, what's wrong?
Her heart fills with a hope long forgotten,
His next words are even more pleasing
And please, I want to hear the truth
I don't want to hear any lies.'