How come nobody can see,
This horrid pain that is burning inside me?
Why do they laugh and why do they tease,
When they know that it seriosly injures me?
They all just expect me to brush it off...
How can i do that?
Why do they think I'm capible of that?
They know i won't stand one against a million,
so they will just continue,
nobody stands u for me...
They all just join in.
so in my arm is where i stab this brass pin.
It travels into my skin.
The clot just stops the pain.
Someone could have saved me...
Someone could have stood up and said
'She doesn't deserve this, she's not a whore, Stop it'
But that person's not coming.
That persons too late.
So on this cold hard wood,
Here lays Kate.