She pulls away from her wrist,
the razor drips as she slips-
-in to a river of pain.
Couldn’t stop the bleeding,
and she didn’t want to die.
Only wanted to stop the hurting,
that she felt inside.
Tried to cover the scars on arms,
but she couldn’t hide for long...
If only she knew-
-what she was putting others through.
Her wounds went deeper than she could know,
as her family and friends bleed along with her-
-As they tried to relive her sorrow.