Cry for help

Telling everyone to go away
All she does is sit and cry
All the time she tells him no
Tells him to just go
She doesn't get how much he cares
She wont let him see her cry
She doesn't want him to see
How much she hurts inside
Hiding every fear in her,
Writing to get out her rage
Writing, writing, thats all she dose
Sitting writing all day and night.
Tears roll down her cheek
When she looks into his eye
She can't help her feelings inside
But she just can't say why she loves him so
She can't let him know
She wont tell him anything
In fear that he will go.
Sitting in her room she finds
A knife on the floor
Sharp enough to Perice the skin
And leave cuts all along her arms
And watches the blood flow down
The crimson on her pale white skin
Streaming down her arms,
Now what dose she do?
She sits and See's if anyone notices that this is her cry for help