she covers her arm to hide the scar she remembers someone saying

she covers her arm to hide the scar
she remembers someone saying
"no one cares who you are"
she bought a ticket and came to the dance
she gave socializing one more chance
she sat in the back, from everyone she fled
she cut up her arm and cried as she bled
people kept away as she bled on the floor
tears ran down her face as she cut some more
"what is she doing? how long has she cried?"
they asked as they watched this innocent suicide