This is to the girl in the back of your classroom
When you look at her and smile she'll smile back to be polite
Her smile is more fake than a wasp being a honeybee
One day you decide to go and sit next to her and make small talk
You make eye contact as what you normally do when talking to someone
But you notice how empty they are
There,s no happiness;just pain
You can see her hurting from deep inside
You can see her soul aching and being stung by wasps and Hornets
You continue small talk and break eye contact
You glance at her wrists instead
Her wrist are slashed with cuts from what she could guess a old pencil sharpener razor
She had words carved into her skin as if her skin was wood
Your eyes water
She asks what's wrong
You reply allergies
You break small talk and ask
Why
Why did you do that to your skin
Why are your eyes empty and filled with pain
All she did was smile and say sometimes when you cant feel on the inside you know what to do when you want to feel on the outside
You asked her what she meant
She just
S m i l e d
