Her Knife

In her knife she confides,
All the scars on her arms she hides.

If you ask she won't let you see her arms,
All because of that knife, that which she self harms.

You see her put that knife on the shelf,
After all she has done to herself.

If you look upon her shelf
You will see the knife she uses to hurt herself.

She cries and cries every night,
Hoping someday, she will win this fight.