Fighting in the kitchens,

fighting in the halls.

Her home is no longer a safe haven.

She's dying.

Her hair is a greasy mess,

Her eyes bland of life.

No one likes her anymore.

She's dying.

Bruises cover her lithe form,

scaring her pale skin.

Father left her there alone.

She's dying.

Teachers never look at her,

and when they do they try not to stare.

The knife cuts into her skin.

She's dying.

They pushed her into a wall today,

and called her ugly words.

Tears never did fall from her face.

She's dying.

In front of all for them to see,

She chugged those pills and went to class.

Guilt is such a useless emotion.

She's dying.