As you lie, in your bedroom
all alone, the shouting ringing,
in your ears,your family
hates you, u feel
as if the whole world
is against you,
you sit in the corner
with a blade in your hand...
no one can save her..
from the inevitable
she does what she feels is right
the depression.. the anger
why is she so alone..
in this world.. where are her friends?
when she needs them the most
the blade.. so shiny..
calling to her, she won't stop
she finds a spot... anywhere
she pulls it across.. she longs to bleed
for the pain, to seep out
of her open wounds..
the relief so overwhelming
yet so wrong.. so wrong
