A Hero

Her crimson blood
falls down her scarrd wrist
and onto her
stained floor

she cuts deeper
but she never cries
its always a scream for help
for the person who wont save her

her heart had been shattered
like a rock thrown to a window
the pieces laying on the ground
sharp edges all around

but everytime she tries to put them
back together,
her wrist ends up red and scarrd
her once beautiful painless wrist
has become bruised and cut

she needs a hero
to save her from her pain
she calls out in silence
"i need him"