She holds the pain inside
thats where it hides.
The pain never shows
only her true friends know.
The blade is there when she really needs it,
it touches her skin, then she cuts it.
The blood drips from her wrist,
then she makes her hand into a fist.
It relives the pressure,
these moments are not something she treasures.
She never noticed how much people cared,
she was just so scared.
She doesn't want to loose the love of her life
but she still uses the blade of that knife.
They both love each others,
but she has to let the pain go.
The cutting may end
maybe she just needs help from a friend.
Who knows what the next thing she'll do,
...if only the knew.
