The Skeleton Girl

Nobody wants to play

With the skeleton girl, the skeleton girl.

The skeleton girl.

Oh! What a bag of bones!

They said.

Oh! What a sickly shade of pale!

Nobody wants to touch

The skeleton girl. The skeleton girl.

The skeleton girl.

Her green eyes ablaze, a fire lit

Beneath. But not of

Red and yellow, but

Of black and blue.

Nobody wants to help

The skeleton girl, the skeleton girl.

The skeleton girl.

It didn’t matter to her,

Either razors or knives.

Forks or pens.

She got creative.

Nobody sees the tears of

The skeleton girl, the skeleton girl.

The skeleton girl.

The white walls could not hold her.

The shocks didn’t help.

Stiff nurses. Deadpan doctors.

Days and days of seeing blood drip down walls

Feeling her body implode.

Eat itself alive.

Everyone labels

The skeleton girl, the skeleton girl.

The skeleton girl.

Bipolar. Anorexia. Lesbian. Pyromaniac.

"Wrong"