She lies on her floor,
The one stained with her blood
She hasn’t cut in a while
She’s feeling the need,
She wants to bleed,
She wants to feel,
She wants to no if what she feels is real
She can’t find the one thing she needs
The one thing that will help her,
Help to realizes all the tension,
Help to bring her back,
She cries now,
Wishing she didn’t have to do this
To feel how she wants,
Each time she cuts
She thinks of going deeper
She thinks of leaving it all,
She wants to knock on heavens door
She lies on the floor
Crying wanting something more,
She can’t cut; she can’t feel anymore.
