This Young, Broken Girl

Not looking down at her arm,
In fear of placing yet another scar there.
She places them so carefully you'd think it was a work of art.
Her arm is her canvas.
But she's worried she's addicted.
Is it too late to stop?
Can she stop?
It's been a month for her.
She's scared people will find out.
She turns off all emotions when she's around anyone else.
Only she knows the real her.
She hides it all.
She thinks it's easier...
Is it?
Her family has ripped her heart out.
Her friends don't have a clue,
They leave...
What will she do?
She grabs the compass,
The coldness calms her.
Things get fuzzy,
She's being sucked back into that world.
She felt the coldness about 10 minutes before,
An invisible knife touched her skin,
She could feel it.
It was there.
She holds the compass loosely,
Then pulls it away from her skin,
Tightens her grip,
Right when she is about to stab her hand,
Her phone lights up,
The only one that knows of this temptation,
She tells her she's better than that.
The young girl texts her back,
She wants someone to tell her what to do,
For she hates comands,
But she would die without them.
She tells the girl to force her to put it down.
The girl on the other end,
Safely in her own room,
Does as she's told,
Telling the young girl to put the compass away.
The girl does as she's told.
She still wants it,
No doubt,
But she does not do it.
All because of her friend,
One whom she happens to trust with her life,
And her death.
This young girl,
She's so broken on the inside,
Will her heart ever really mend?
Her friend promises she will be happy and one day,
One day love will find her.
But she has found love,
But it is being destroyed.
Is that the reason she held the compass tonight?
Nope,
It's just an excuse,
Her body trembled,
She closed her eyes tight,
She saw the first time she sliced her flesh open.
All these things happened while she held that object.
She hopes and prays she will get this one love,
Just this one time.
But she knows it is a battle that is not worth fighting,
For she will lose everytime.
This young girl,
She may never be happy,
Her family,
Her life,
It hasn't made her stronger,
It's broken her,
And made her cold.
She hides it all and cries like a baby behind closed doors.
Lately she can not cry, though.
She's almost turned off the tears permanently.
Will love save this young, broken soul,
Or just break her even more?
She wanted to open her flesh again,
One month has gone by,
She could have ruined it all,
It only would have taken a moment.
Her friend saved her from herself,
From her inner demons.
She loves the feeling of cutting,
But she loves knowing she can resist that urge even more.
For this girl is broken,
Forever?
We will never know,
Will we?
She prays someone can save her,
From herself.
No more scars,
Cuts,
and Bruises.
She's walking away from them,
Time to leave it all behind.
She really does want to be happy,
Yes, it is true.

Do,
You,
Know,
This,
Girl?
Sure,
You,
Do,
This,
Girl,
Is,
Me.