This girl...

i sighed as i stared at the girl infront of me. the girl no one really liked. the girl people thought to be 'weird' but no, she was only herself, in her own way. she didn't hide her scars, very well anyway. they were nothing to be ashamed of in her eyes. i just stared and sighed. i could tell this girl stories of my life, which would make this girl cry. i could tell her how much drugs iv taken, how many people iv f*cked, how many times iv been raped, the amount of times iv been beaten and the amount of scars on my body. this girl would be scared. maybe this girl would see how pathetic shes being. scaring herself for how many times shes been dumped, how many times shes been embarrassed in school or even the amount of times shes been called 'fat'. do you see it yet? but i don't say a word, i just stare, look at her, sigh then smile. she'll figure it out the bad way, i did...