This poem is based on the song above
She holds her head up high
But she's actually really truly dying inside
She never tells anyone
For fear they will only laugh
It's hard to stand up
They only point and laugh
She only thought of that
As she stares at the ceiling
She hears the sirens rushing in
Nobody seemed to listen.
No one seemed to care.
The paramedics rushing to save her
One cut was all it took
Does It really matter?
maybe you could have saved her
If only you didn't have your nose in a book.