Maybe, Just Maybe...

She meant nothing to everyone,
And she meant everything to no one.

And she always seemed to hide,
And drown herself in the thoughts of her fvcked up mind.

Her most prized possession was her blade,
The one that egged her on; caused her to fade.

She didn't slice herself to be 'in'
Or to keep up with the latest trend,

She did it to reassure herself she was alive,
She did it to make sure she was still able to cry.

And deep down maybe she wanted someone to see,
And to understand, help her, believe.

Maybe she wanted someone to relate,
To these feelings of longing, confusion, and hate.

And maybe she wanted to be saved,
Maybe, just maybe, she needed to be needed.

*I dunno, I was bored. It sucks, I know. I'm open to suggestions.*