Another....

Another cut, another scar,
Another night to do the same over again
Another fight with her father,
How she handles it is yet to arise.
Doors slam and tears flow
What's meant to be happy families is falling apart
Her love is engraved on her body,
Missing what might help.
Home from school and the pain starts
Hiding in her room she knows she can't escape
Late at night she pull it out
Digs in and drags over her white skin,
Crimson spills and for a second its all better.
But morning is drawing near
'You can't cut your way out of this, it isn't going to get better with a knife.'
The one thing that rings in her mind
Someone might actually care....
Yelling is what she can hear,
Mummy and her father are fighting
Soon he'll turn to her
And she'll turn to her blade.