Average

A little girl sits at her desk,

Average, but there's something

That the rest don't know.

She hears the things they say,

and she isn't alright.

She know the meaning of hurt.

How it feels to be pushed away,

shoved to the dirt.

And all her dreams have been crushed.

Shattered. Just like the joy of going home. 

'Cause when she gets there she's practically alone.

Her father's working and her mother is too

Stoned, to realize,

Her father bullies her just as much as any other kid in the school yard.

Pressing her way too hard.

So she runs up to her room and cries,

All the way up to the next sunrise.

Only to do it all over again.

Sitting there just wishing for a friend.

A little girl alone, sitting at her desk.

Average, but there's something different from the rest.

Her hands are in the desk.

She's bleeding, unlike the rest.