Maybe there's hope

He walks her home one day a week,
Saying the same thing.. Only repeats.
"Maybe theres hope." he always whispers.
But every time,
The reply's the same:
She shakes her head,
Goes home,
Only to sink into her bed.

She cuts her wrists,
Always slicing,
Never once realizing,
All the pain,
That surrounds her,
All the blood,
Pouring from her,
It trails the floor,
Leaving her cold,
The breeze blows in,
Freezing her from within,
Chilling her bones,
Killing her soul,
The choices she made,
Haunts her dreams,
The people she hurts,
Just get up and leave,
But one stays behind..
Desperate to remind,
Of all the times,
Good and bad,
Secrets shared,
And secrets told
The pain she feels,
Begins to let go,
The horror around her begins to fade,
She stops the bleeding,
She's no longer freezing,
She isn't dead,
"Maybe theres hope." he says again.
She looks up at him, nodding.
Her life begins.