Colored Her Scarred.

Her heart is broken,

Her soul torn apart.

Her spirit ripped out,

Ripped from her heart.

Blade silver holds her together,

While the world breaks her down.

Still she keeps it all in,

Hides from her frown.

Lies to her fiends,

Hoping they don't see through.

Keeps the secret of a razor,

From leaving them blue.

But when her world crashes,

She resorts to the razor.

She hopes no one finds out,

Thinking of what would occur.

When the crimson river flows,

Her pain washes away.

But still the pas scars remain,

Of her old ways.

She tries to turn away,

But the hurt brings her to it.

She tries to turn away,

But she just cant do it.

She feels a high.

As it pierces her wrist.

It is him,

Who leaves her like this.

She wants to quit,

But it seems too hard.

This silver blade has,

Colored her scarred.