She was all alone

She slips into the darkness
Her knife in her hand and pain in her heart
She looks behind her every so often
To make sure no one was following
Knowing in her heart that no one would even bother
She is behind all the trees
Hidden from everyones sight
She is finally ready to end this charade
No more fake smiles
And hollow laughs
No more pretending to be happy
And lying about the scares
That cover her arm

Slowly she takes her knife and carves three
Long, deep gashes
Where crimson blood begins to leak
She does this over and over
Each time digging deeper and deeper
Until it all begins to fade
The light
The trees
The sound
Everything

Soon she lays lifeless
Her blood soaking the leaves around her
Her golden hair obscuring her pale
Saddened face

The moon shines right on her
Like a spotlight of what happened
Calling someone to help
Calling anyone to save her life
Calling and Calling
But no one comes

And no one even knew of her pain
Even if she tried to show it
She cut for someone to notice
And she cried for someone to care
But she was by her self

Left to die
The way she lived
All alone