Silent nights n bloody fights leaves 1 thing in between The little cuts that scab and bleed Each just as pure as the tears that fall Alone in her room she calls to him The secrets she tries to confess bounce around above her head Echoing over n over again The little words she tries to ignore always haunt her in the end She runs n hides in the bathroom alone People banging at the door As her blood is quietly hitting the floor She wipes the tears and looks towards the door She laughs to herself, for she is unsure She takes her wristband n covers her wrists and tells every1 thats sees to just get over it Shes fine
