Writting in red

Written in red.

Telling a story

About the tears she shed.

All alone.

She pulls the blade.

No one to stop her

Start the pain.

Silence her mind.

Never to rush

She takes her time.

No one knows.

She's too good.

It is hidden.

Underneath,

The soft cotton.

The band aids.

The poor excuses.

Used to be Daddy's girl.

If he knew,

He would hurl.

Used to be Mommy's baby.

Now she's screaming,

"Please kill me"

The writing on her arms.

Cant do more

Than harm.

Every cut tells a story.

every time someone tried to say sorry.

The words are written in red,

About all the tears she shed....

M <3z JP