Brooke's POV
There is a girl in the front of my class
Who I swear I've never seen do anything but laugh
She's tall and she's smart
Beautiful and strong
And when someone's down she tries to fix what is wrong
How does someone so perfect
Feel so insecure
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more
How does someone so loving
Learn to hate her own guts
Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough
There is a girl in the front of my class
Who's eyes are glazed over like newly cut glass
The ghost of a smile
Hints at her face
As she laughs as they tell her who's on first base
How does someone so perfect
Feel so insecure
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more
How does someone so loving
Learn to hate her own guts
Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough
There is a girl in the front of my glass
Who's so sad that you find if rare
To see her smile or laugh
Her friends tell her jokes
Like the one with the guy
But all she does is close her eyes
And enter her mind
How does someone so perfect
Feel so insecure
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more
How does someone so loving
Learn to hate her own guts
Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough
For her imperfections
There was a girl in the front of my class
Who yesterday took the breath that was her last
She wrote a few notes
"I'm sorry I didn't say
But my mind was messed up
You couldn't save me anyway"
And to the girl in the back of the class
Who feels the way I did....
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Luck( A Niall Horan Fanfic)
FanfictionLuck comes in two ways, good and bad. Brooke knows that better than anyone. Her parents death was bad luck, but was all her past bad luck too? You never can fully trust anyone can you? You think you know someone but it turns out you really don't. Ma...
