X Marks The Spot.

She cries alone in her room,

when theres no one around.

she pulls the razor across her wrist,

so painful yet no sound.

x marks the spot of another scar,

hes leaving her breathless, tearing her apart.

and she cant take it,

the blood flows, leaving her heart.

she wishes she could just carve,

youre name into her wrist.

so everyone knows,

whos leaving her like this.

for she loved him so,

but his i love you had no meaning.

and now shes left with,

all this bleeding.

the pain of a broken heart so sore,

needing to be mended by hope.

she needs someone there,

to help her cope.

who cares enough to make her stop,

so she can put down the razor.

and to wipe her tears away,

and to make it all better.

so she sets down the razor,

having faith in the sky.

and lets go of wishing,

that she would die.

but still x marks the spot,

thats laid upon her soul.

and in this shes hoping,

that itll make her whole.