Bad Poem

Its hard to see
the pain in her eyes
The cuts and bruises
all over her thighs

The scared look
by a touch of a hand
She wishes she
Was just buried in sand

No one feeling sorry for her
No one seeing her pain
She's scared to tell a soul
For he might come back again

The first thing that comes to mind
Is the sliver knife that she finds
She cuts herself slowly but deep
As she watches the blood creep

Down her arm and down her hand
As she slowly tries to stand
The room is spinning and she falls
For maybe her dying, is best for all