This is a real life third person perspective on depression.
Dark Enough by Amanda Lopiccolo
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
[Chorus:]
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 arms 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
And she laughs as they tell her
"Who's on First Base"
[Chorus:]
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 arms with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough
There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who's sad that you find it rare
To see her smile or laugh
Her frends tells her jokes
Like tthat one with the guy
But all she does is close her eyes
And enter her mind
[Chorus:]
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 arms with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough
For her imperfections...
There is 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 Ididn'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...
[Chorus:]
How does someone so perfect,
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more
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