Picture of You

As she holds your picture in her hand,
The cut in her wrist is staining her shirt,
She saw you kissing that girl in band,
Now inside she is hurt.

She falls asleep,
Blood is going everywhere,
Sometimes she thinks it's too deep,
But the pain is never there.

Why does she do it?
She doesn't even know,
Yet somehow it became a habit,
And she isn't going to slow.