Their rests that box cutter,
In her hand.
She hold it tight.
And opens up her skin.

With all the bands, claiming to save your life.
With all the blood in plane site.

With nobody knowing
what depression she is in.
They all keep hurting her;
and make it easier for her too sin.

'for self harm is not a bad thing'.
is what she thought, until that one painful day
her life for what she fought.

she survived and lived.

now everyone know's why she never smiled.

Because; the found out,
her painful memories still haunt her from when she was
a child.