Dark red tears trickle, Down her scarred arm. A deep dark secret,

Dark red tears trickle,
Down her scarred arm.
A deep dark secret,
Known as self harm.

Anger
And pain
Well up inside.
So many secrets,
But no one to confide.

Her oldest enemy,
Her only friend.
She picks up the blade,
Wanting her life to end.

A cut for the lies,
A cut for tears.
A cut for all the people,
Who chose not to hear.
 

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