She was silent, like the time when the clock struck 1am and the only thing you can hear was your thoughts running wild.
But her silence was never known,
she don't hide her pain no more;
It's just that no one care to ask.
They see her but no one care about the girl in the corner.
Holding on to her jacket, eye sobbing red and lips quivering.
The sadness on her face tells a tale you will never believe,
The cut on her wrist was a cry for help;
The blood stains on her shirts shown how life plays with her.
Her bruise fist and her messy hair can tell you that she needed love and only love.
But no one cares about the silence of the girl in the corner.
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