There’s a little girl sitting on the edge of her bed, Oh we can only wonder of the thoughts that run through her head, she’s a loser, a freak, she’s a failure two, at least that’s what the kids called her at school, as she grabs for her laptop to talk to her friend, here’s where the story starts to begin, because at home she felt safe, here’s where she escapes, and now everything’s changed, they’ve called her so many names, she’ll never think the same, at first she was brave, she ignored the names, and the silly games, but they couldn’t be tamed, she feels so lame, and now she’s hopeless and ashamed, she logs out for a while, but she can’t help herself, she’s addicted to the helplessness, she has to know every word they say, cradled in her mothers arms she stays, as she recalls the names, they run through her mind, she takes them in, now she’s hooked on improving herself she has to be thin, she wears make-up to cover up what’s in, but no one takes notice of how much she’s hurting, nobody really cares that she’s calling for help, she decides to take it out on herself, she cries in her bed late at night, as the tears hit her face she’s still trying to win the fight, maybe she might, she keeps struggling telling herself lies, some people ask if she’s ok she tells them she’s alright, when she knows that she can’t take another night, here’s the twist, she knows that she’s better then this, she finds the strength in herself, and she found the help, she walks the halls proud, the bullies were loud, but now they sound like a whisper rather then a shout, and she’s a better person now, and you can hardly tell, she wears t-shirts in the summer now, and she can eat a whole meal without bringing it back up, she stuck in there and sought for help. - Carrissa