I'm that girl who stands in the corner. I'm the dreamer. I'm the girl who broke when she fell down the stairs. I am the girl who you'll never understand (but wished you could.) I am the girl who writes the pain she feels, and I'm the one who draws beautiful pictures. I'm the girl who is drenched in pain and who doesn't want to get hurt any more. I'm the girl who wishes she was gone from this hell and I'm the girl who has the paper wings. I was the one who climbed trees with the boys and I still don't like make up. I'm the girl that watches you, observes you, knows what you are thinking. I'm the girl who has to live in the nightmare while others look on. I am the girl that made a coffin of her tears. I was the girl who runs her fingers over her ribs. And I'm the girl that bleeds. I am the chosen, I am the rejected. I am the sick and I am the healthy. I was the girl with the scraped knees and the emerald eyes. And I am the girl that got swept away within the cold static.