Vision blurs,
Shaking violently
Scared of what she
Did and might do next
Thoughts of death
Flash through her head
Though she could never achieve
That goal
Regret patches her internal wounds
While her 'real' wounds
Bleed, scab and scar
"I didn't want to",
She tells herself.
"I don't want to- not anymore"
She say, but nothing changes....
Always the same
Always a little longer,
A bit deeper
Maybe one more time than the last
Nothing ever changes
It's ritual.
She tells everyone that cares
She's all right
Nothing is wrong and
She hides from them
The bitter truth
About Herself and
the crimson tears she
Shed each night
They never understand the pain
She suffers from everyday
Never will they understand this...
Even when she straight out tells them
Only telling then what she feels
They can understand... maybe even
A little bit they can't-
Trusting only in herself
And those similar to her.
Choosing people she think will
Understand her problems more
Than she may understand them
Mainly choosing males,
Even though she fears them
fears being hurt again, she trusts
Guys with her deadly secrets
Maybe they could help her...
She only wished they could
One could, but she knew he wouldn't
And the other wanted to help her...
Wanted her to get help
Would probably help her himself
But cannot for he lives to far away.
Leaving hope in her friends...
Praying that they can help her
The way she wanted to be helped
She only wished
He could help her...
It was the only thing she wanted
the only thing she couldn't get
to be free from this pain
She was suffering from
To stop the blade,
Stop the cut,
Stop the pain.
