Memory

Her wrists are covered
In hurtful memory
As she continues cutting
For what they don't see

They are better off without her
She is better off alone
Without this painful memory
Seeping to the bone

She knows they don't care
and it's why they never call
Sick of them lying
As down she does fall

No one knows
Of her bloodied stream
as now she ends her life
her only one true dream