Simple cry for help

by kathie   Dec 20, 2003


Sitting in her room she finds
a knife on the ground
sharp enugh to perice the skin
and leave cuts all along her arms
she takes the knife to her arms
and watches the blood flow down
the chrimson on her pale white skin
streaming down her arms,
now what dose she do?
she sits & see's if anyone notices
that this is her cry for help

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