I Died For Love.

Her parents didn't realized what she did.
her friends didn't hear the silent screams
her teacher didn't see the marks she made
...this was the life the girl lived.

She never cried or weeped
but in the bathroom she would slice the blade across ed her wrist
and bloody tears would pour out
and when they were done she would go back to the way she was.

Every scare told a story, so many story's to tell
her arm was a brutal masquer of disgrace and mistakes.

Hoping each cut would be her last
she prayed each cut would be to deep
she screamed with each slice of the blade
but the biggest pain was living with life everyday.

One day she had enough
so she sliced hard
she screamed so loud from all the pain
with all the blood that was pouring out, she wrote on the wall

...Remember This I Die For Love

And with one last breath...she was gone.

*not a true story.*