Been There Done That

the girl with the hips
a little too wide
whom pretty girls have bullied
and damaged her pride
they hit and punch with words
she cries and hides
and burrows down deep
down deep inside
all of the unspoken
words from her lips
are swallowed in mouthfuls
of sweet salty chips
a cold callused heart
not yet ripe for the picking
now damaged by a dart
the blood started dripping
she felt again
she wanted more
she let the blade bite
till her arms were sore
can you see her laughter
she wont show you her pain
can u see her smile
she thinks theres nothing to gain

a grin
instead of a tear
she wont listen to me
when ive already been here