She always knew what it was to feel the pain
She always knew that she would never stop
and always be the same.
You were able to see the scars
they were so deep in so far
She knew it was something she had to stop doing
Even though she looked for help but really wasn't willing.
She would always guard her knife
protecting it like it was her life.
She will always keep making her slits
making the blood drip.
No one knew how deep her pain was
nor how it got to be like this.
All she knew is that she had to keep cutting
and that the physical pain covered her emotional pain.
*This poem is to a friend i used to have and she would cut herself... i dont know where she is now but i do hope she is ok*
