By the staircase

This girl waits alone

Her place of silence

Where noody hears her moan

She cries along but no one sees

The symphonies that her heart weeps

Everyday they see her there

Playing with her own short hair

They do not think

They do not see

The scars and cuts

Beneath her tee

Incomplete she feels

Separating what’s real

From things in her mind

To things she just feels

She might ignore them all

The names she gets called

But by the staircase she falls

Cause there, has happened all