Here I am. Barely alive, 
So ugly and pathetic it seems like a crime,
I told him my feelings and hatred flew back.
My heart broke in two just for him to laugh at.
My friends are my enemies, they where friends in my head.
They have beaten me up, some wished I was dead.
My mum doesn’t get me; she thinks it’s a fad.
He says that I make-believe that I’m actually sad. 
The emotions sink in, the horror takes hold.
My self-harm hits home, the pain worsens manifold.
Now I’m that girl in the corner, who sits on her own.
But that girl is only human, don't hate, leave her alone.