Look deep into my eyes, behind the pupil you will see the broken person there with the tears in her eyes, holding her heart with both hands struggling to not let it fall. 

She lets the people hit her with there unkind words she doesnt raise her hand to protect herself just incase her heart falls.

She cant be without the people and she finds it hard to be there too.

She loves them, she needs them she gets to the point where she agrees yes its her fault, her fault she doesnt want to do what you want her to its her fault why she crys.

"Why do you play the victim" "why do you make me hurt you" " why do you push me to shout at you" the girl falls down broken, Im sorry why I make you so mad it is my fault why you shout I wont refuse again.