Her Liquid-Filled Memories

She sits lifeless staring down
At her painful wrist of scars
Each one for a different reason
A different chain of harms

Memories fill up in her head
Of those times she shed her tears
And the rich blood dripping off her arms
Caused by her knife she no longer fears

Drops of liquid run down her soft cheek
Liquid tears that escaped from her eyes
They land gently ontop of her wounds
That she sadly no longer denies

All bruised black and blue in her heart
That feels her sharp pain of pressure
Hurtful wounds healing up on her slowly
That now are too deep to measure

She covers her head with her pillow
As she lowers her eyes closing tight
Her depression overflowing the darkness
She feels she no longer can fight

P.S.:.Please comment and tell me what you think...thanks so much!
Much Love, .:.Amy K.:.