Her Game of Life

The needle calls her name.
The blade yearns to cut her skin.
To her, life was just a game,
A game that she just couldn't win.

Her father had just left her room.
He beat her so she wouldn't tell.
He brings her closer to her doom.
She'd rather die and go to hell.

She walks up to her table,
And opens up a drawer.
Inside, the sweetest fable.
She needs it more and more.

She takes that blade,
And to forget, what's going on inside,
A silent cut is what is made.
Her blood goes for a ride.

She goes to school, she comes to class.
It seems as if she's like the rest.
But with her, comes her blade of brass.
She puts her wrist back to the test.

Just like her scars, she hides her pain.
The pain that got too strong with in.
She sits for hours in the rain,
So it would wash away, what's been.

But all that washed away was blood.
Her blade now clean, but still she ached.
The rain just turned the dirt to mud.
The mud that her thin fingers raked.

Again the needle calls her name.
The blade, again, yearns for her skin.
She fiercely wants to quit this game.
The game that she just couldn't win.

She just can't take it, she kills inside.
She needs the pain to stop.
Too many feelings she can't hide.
Picks up the blade she dropped.

She makes two cuts, but not too deep.
So she has time to write her note.
But there wasn't enough blood to keep.
Because this was all she wrote:

"You see, the needle calls my name.
You see this blade? It cuts my skin.
I tried to play this stupid game.
Looks as if I just couldn't win..."

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