My Friend is Dying

Her arms bleed crimson floods
a heart bleeding from the break
eyes bleeding black
no more room to be fake

A body covered in scars
a mouth that rarely speaks
Bedroom walls with graphic tales
a smile absent for maybe weeks

Nowhere to run
but a bedroom to hide
no one to tell
but that small voice inside

Aching to scream
wanting to cry
giving up the chance
whenever it goes by

A silent plea for help
comming from behind that door
but no one can hear
her blood hit the floor