Cuts

Hidden pain behind her smile
blood drips on the bathroom tile
love of a razor blade
look at all the pretty cut's she's made.

Your face flashing in her mind
as her blood becomes intertwined
grimacing in pain
as she goes deeper and hits a vein

Her heart torn in pieces
scattered on the floor
tries not to cry
but she was hurt once more

She's such a beautiful tragedy
with all her deceiving lies
she screaming for you to hear her
before she falls and dies

it's hard to pretend
that northing's wrong
to put on a fake smile
when she knows this is the end

Screaming inside
silently dieing
a fake I love you
all the lieing

She took the blade
and pulled up her sleeve
and with one last twist
She wrote you a poem in blood on her wrist

(( I have bits n pieces of my other poems in here. I have to fix those ones.)) I have to fix this one 2