An old poem

I wrote this two years ago... it should have been a christmas-poem, and well, the only thing that's even close to christmas in the poem are "gingerbread".

White snow destroyed by blood
Falling on the ground
She screams and screams
But you can't hear any sound
She trips and falls
And hits her head
And at home her parents are
and eating gingerbread

This little girl is not to celibrate
She feels so alone
And lost in hate
Her friends dosen't see her
When they are in school
They don't want to hear
Or be known as un-cool

She won't celibrate christmas
She's lost all her trust
And she now calls it X-mas
In the frustration she get's over being so sad
She gets very angry
And also so mad

The insanity is closing up
And she loses her grip
She don't know what to do
The only thing that works is rip
Rip the skin from leg and arm
To cry out from pain
And don't care about self harm

Her parent's don't know
How she feel's inside
She just never show
It's easy to hide
To conceal the pain
From family and friends
Are not hard to succeed
But it just never ends

The poem kinde of sucked, but I just had it as an outlet for emotions. Oh well.