Was Fine

Her razor is her only cure,
She hates her life, this much she's sure.

She can't manage to stop,
It's too hard of a habit to drop.

She's scared of her past,
She doesn't want those memories to rehash.

So she goes home at night,
Her arm and razor put up a fight.

The scars remind her everyday,
Of the words her mouth couldn't say.

There's no words to explain,
That's why she puts herself through pain.

Cutting is her new favorite addiction,
She wishes her life was some sort of fairy tale fiction.

She want's to turn back time,
Back to were everything was fine...