She looks just a little sad
And nobody ever cares.
But the scars on her wrist do,
Reminding her that
They’ll always be there
No matter what changes
And no matter how old she gets.
Sing softly, she does
And takes smoke breaks outside of class
When she says she’s going to the bathroom.
But no one dares deny her two minutes
For fear that she’ll take an eternity off.
And humming to herself,
She walks alone.
Past broken branches and once green grass
She takes time out of life
To live a little more.