Release

With a heart so full of anger
and a quiet lust for harm
she quietly pulls out the razor
drags it forcefully over her arm

a calming sense over whelms her
as she feels the tingle of her skin
wiping the blood from her slashes
her mind clear of all terrible things

she's counting them like there her trophies
achievements for all she has done
symbols to remember the suffering
and the heartache she has over come

who would have fought she had troubles
she was happy so loud full of life
no one new inside she was dieing
for a lifetime of secretive strife

her cuts were her way of forgetting
a way to get though every day
how else fake such a smile
pretend that her life was OK ?