A Silent Scream For Help

Up and down her arms
Are the scattered scars
Of a past so bitter
And a life so hard

Her own blood calms her
As she ignores the hurt
A story never once told
Of this she is sure

Every time she falls down
Her tears soak the ground
As she carves herself out
She makes not one sound

All she wants is to be heard
Understood and cared for
She retreats to her only friend
And this only causes her more pain

Her silent scream for help
As her bleeding soul slips toward Hell
is not listened for; everyone is too busy
Because they have their own story to tell