To be true.

April 19, 2010
The cuts on her knuckles,
The scars on her arm,
The stains on her clothes,
This defines her charm.

The fake smiles,
The passing glances,
The silence she's in,
This defines her missed chances.

The blood on her hands,
The tears in her eyes,
The things she screams,
This defines her terrible lies.

Someone see her,
Someone care,
Someone save her,
Help her if you dare.

Someone catch her,
Somone try,
Somone tell her she's beautiful,
And don't make it a lie.

Somone stop her,
Somone stop teasing,
Somone stop the pain,
And help her start believing...

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