**That Girl**<\/p>\n
Do you see that girl?
\nWell, you know what she does every night?
\nShe bawls her eyes out & cuddles with her stuffed animals because its the only thing she has of her family.
\nYour probably thinking is her family dead.
\nThey’re not they just live away from her.
\nWell, when she gets up in the morning she puts on her smile like its her makeup.
\nShe has a bad day just about everyday.
\nThat’s why she goes home every night & practically cries herself to sleep.
\nShe gets her hopes up saying the next day is going to be better & different.
\nShe gets home & gets proven wrong.
\nShe feels these things no teenage girl should.
\nShe second guesses herself all the time.
\nWhen she gets a lot of attention in one day she thinks someone set her up.
\nShe believed that cutting was the answer.
\nWell, now she is going to just cry.
\nShe loves her life & knows not to end it for another.
\nShe wants to be something in life so she knows she can’t do that if she’s dead.
\nShe knows that people care but what she really wants to know why people have to be so mean.
\nShe wants to know if you will be there when she needs you the most.
\nShe wants to know if you really care.
\nIf you really like her.
\nShe wants to know why she has very few friends.
\nShe thinks she knows why she has very few friends because people don’t try to get to know her, judge her on her looks, her loudness.
\nWell, you know what her loudness is speaking louder than ever right now she wants to fit in she wants people to stop judging her on her looks & loudness.
\nBut people won’t ever stop judging other people because of what the cover looks like.
\nEveryday she has a bad day she thinks that the only thing she can do is cut.
\nHer blade is on her bedside table.
\nEveryday gets close to the ones who actually care her heart sinks, she pulls down the sleeves, she keeps it to herself she doesn’t want to hurt the ones she loves.
\nOnce again she starts to cut because people have to be so mean.
\nEach one of those cuts has their own story.
\nDon’t say you love her if you don’t because she already has trust issues.
\nYou have no idea what she’s been through.
\nShe hopes the ones that care will sweep her off of her feet & save her.
\nShe wants them to tell her “I know your not okay I understand if I was going through I would do the same keep everything to myself, cry myself to sleep, maybe cut myself.”
\nShe wonders do they actually see me dying on the inside?
\nShe just wonders.
\nShe wants to be accepted for her personality, & heart.
\nNot her looks, the scars, or her loudness.
\nShe just wants to be accepted.
\nShe just wants to stop soaking her pillow every night.
\nBut she won’t be able to while people are being so mean.
\nGet to know a person before you judge them?
\nNo one gets that saying.
\nDon’t judge a book by its cover.
\nNo one gets that one either.
\nBecause if they did she would fit in perfectly fine.
\nShe just wants to be accepted for her true self.
\nBut for now she will stick with the friends who have been by her through all the bull crap.
\nThe ones who really cares & has cared all along.
\nShe will still have those trust issues even after people start to accept her.
\nShe will still second guess herself.
\nShe has trouble letting people in you know?
\nYou don’t know this either.
\nShe has always had trouble with this because everyone who said “I love you” she believed them & they all left.
\nJust one time she wants to know after you say those three little words you will stay.
\nEveryone uses those words so easy these days.
\nShe thinks that other people think those words are as natural as peeing.
\nShe wants that one person to prove her wrong.
\nShe just wants that one person to come to her & say I draw just like you do.
\nWe draw the same pictures on our arms.
\nWe cry at the same story.
\nI want to help you because I know if we have each other we can help each other.
\nThey will be the best of friends.
\nBut for now she’s just waiting for that one person.
\nFor now she will deal with the pain.
\nShe will draw the same picture on her arm every time all the bull crap builds up.
\nBut for now she will cry at the same story she rereads everyday of her life. <\/p>\n
~April Sue Kraniak~<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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