Sitting In the Hall

She sits in the corner of the hall Look at her hands, you can see where she draws Above her left thumb, in black sharpie, a heart of love Her nails are painted black Like a song from her favorite classic rock track Her sleeves are long covering her arms Black hoodie comes first It keeps her face in the dark With the hood drawn up Beneath it lays Another long sleeve Dark blue fabirc, with little white skulls It cuts down to her chest Exposing a little cleavage Hiding at her wrists Red, swollen, pain She wishes for one kiss To take it all away Her elbows rest on her jeans Blue and ripped at the knees A little black heart Drawn from the start The first day, she bought them On the jeans lay A rainbow belt today The buckle jabbing her ribs For Her legs are pulled up to it Her chain hangs off her belt Cold to her self Almost as cold as her white skin Freezing ad its been Her black nike sneakers tap Nervous at that Wishing no one looks to see if she did something She runs her fingers through her red gold hair Wishing to be there, in her bed Curled up, but not dead Her blue, green, hazel eyes Are wet with tears that rise Lighting up the yellow within her cores Like a cat, sneaking through the dark She smiles gently, her pink lips pulling up at the edges Then plays with her nails, black polish flaking off Eye liner smeared She sits there Head pounding She sits Ignoring her surroundings