A cut to deep

Shelby

07 Mar, 2017 01:20 AM
She never cries, just stares blankly 
Alone in her room, with music playing 
She craves his touch, the feeling’s to much
She grips the blade, her skin starts to fade
A cut to deep could end the pain
That’s the only thing that’s keeps her sane.

Blood drips from her body as she sighs in relief 
The mess on the floor are signs of a thief
Depression and anxiety has settled in  
She fights a battle she thinks she can’t win
Despite the pain she keeps on smiling 
But the stress and self hate just keeps on piling. 

After years of self hatred and being trapped
She has given up and finally snapped.  
She never cries, just stares blankly 
Alone in her room, with music playing 

She craves his touch, the feeling’s to much
She grips the blade, her skin starts to fade
A cut to deep could end the pain
And tonight she finally reaches the vein.
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