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A knife to her wrist
Blood pouring down
Clenches her fist
No hope has been found

Behind a locked door
These feelings she fights
Sitting on the floor
Losing her sight

Can’t break through
The fear she’s gained
The memories too
Cutting through her veins

The scars too much to bare
Which she has tried to hide.
No one seems to care
About what she feels inside

This poems is about
Someone very close
Who I know throughout
The girl I know the most

Although you may have guessed
This poem is about me
About all of the mess
And all of what I see