She has the blade in her right hand, what shes going to do no’one understands.
She starts to cut and begins to calm, what she does is called self-harm
She wants help to finally stop, as she watches the blood drop by drop
As she bleeds on the outside, her memories start to slide
The torment of life itself, no thought of others or her health
As the pain begins to bring her relief, it really helps her thats her belief
The stream of red runs down her arm, and has pooled up within her palm
Yet she feels no fear, does not even shed a tear
She is happy now the crave has past, just wondering now how long it will last
Her inner demons will be back, upon her arm will be another track
So many lines show the heartbreak, theres only so much one can take
People look judge and stare, with her their life they should compare
She needs this to be able to feel, shes so numb shes not sure whats real
But stopping is the hardest part, the cuts are getting deeper for a start
I wish i could help with simple words
Wish i could take away why she cuts
Wish sympathy was all it would take
To stem the flow she needs to make
Her deepest sads deep within her heart
Wish i could get to them their ripping her apart
The monsters she tries to hide
Are right there within her eyes
She tries for other not to see
But i do, Yes me.
Please do not judge her, she doesn’t crave attention
She may have suffered, rape, abuse, and terrible forms of rejection.
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