Deep into the skin it goes.
The pain inside grows and grows.
The blade is getting sharper as she goes.
And soon she'll cover the blood that flows.
But the marks will stay upon her arm.
Reassurance of her self-harm.
Every drop is another tear that she can't cry.
Each single cut tells a new lie.
Drop by drop now running fast.
She remembers memories from the past.
Which makes her dig even more deep.
The haunted secret that she has to keep.
Her pain is increasing even more.
She thinks of all the problems that are in store.
Now a large puddle by her bed.
She looks at all the pain that was bled.
And then her mind is finally cleared.
But now her problems start to appear.
