Tears from in her eyes,
as she stares at the newly
formed slit.
she knows it's wrong,
and that it hurts,
but she can't stop.
The warm sticky blood runs down
her wrist
but she just doesn't care anymore.
Countless scars cover her
arms,
one for each time
each dreaded time that she
remembers.
Can't you see?
Oh of course not. You're to
blinded by her fake smile she puts on everday,
a flawless act that no one can seem to break through.
No one can see that hurt girl
crying inside.
She washes the blade and hides it once again.
Because this pain is less to
deal with.
i know.. it's different
