Cut away

As she puts her head in her hands,
She begins to cry,
Yet another rough day,
Just another uncovered lie.

Hopefully things will get better,
But in the mean time,
She will have to keep pretending,
That she is fine.

Dont look at her wrists,
You may get a rather shocking surprise,
They tell a story,
Of covered up lies.

Every day she feels worse,
Cuts away a little more,
The blade is her addiction,
Its like her only chore.

She thinks its a secret,
But everybody knows,
No wonder why,
She cant help that her pain shows.

The only thing keeping her alive
That one boy in her life,
Keeps his love for her a secret,
The love that could keep her from that knife.