I Love You (On Her Wrist)

Every night she stares at her reflection in a knife
While watching tears fall from her eyes
During every slice of her wrist
Loud music blasts to hide her cries

Each cut replacing the one before
Creating a never ending scar
She writes three words on her wrist
The most meaningful words by far

Blood then takes form of her words
Casting rivers down her arm
Mixing with her tears of sorrow
Caused by his love and her harm

After the sacrifice of blood
Out comes the journal of pain
She than writes her deepest thoughts
Before she drives herself insane

Last drops of blood fall to the pages
While curving her thoughts into black and white
The choice of words gives the rest of the color
As she cries herself a goodnight

Next morning she wakes to see her new mark
Decides tonight she will try a new knife
Once again she will carve those true words
The words that keep giving her life

Her shame hides the scar on her arm
As her fear hides it from her lips
If only he could know the truth
Could know for him her stomach flips

But instead of her releasing her feelings
Instead of showing him she does exist
She writes the same three words
"I Love You" right on her wrist