Cried

Hiding in the darkest corner
This shouldn't go on any further.
keeping quiet during classes
Putting her head down as the teacher passes.
She's still upset about her life
She silently digs her nails in her arms, as if to slice.
She tries and tries again
But things just get worse in the end.

Her life no longer fulfills
She can't find any other way to deal.
She's done everything she could
No one expected she would.
Cutting and drugs are her life
She even started crying at night.
There is only one thing that matters to her; that pocket knife over there
She only cuts on occasions that's rare.

She can't help it anymore
She yearns to feel blood flowing more and more.
Everyone has their ways
This one is hers.
So when she's gone
No one cry.
She wanted to die
So she did; while she cried.