I need someone but no ones around. I looks at my cuts as the blood pours down. My friends wouldn't know what to do or think. My parents would just send me away to some shrink. The pain that no one knows is locked deep inside, so it only grows as the days go by. No one would ever understand, so I cant say a word. I'm just a lost and broken little girl. The tears fall burning my cuts. Even myself I think I am nuts. To keep it locked up will be the death of me, but to let it out is worse. And trust me I would much rather die first. Before the rumors even begin, I'll be dead and thrown into the wind. So I'll cut a little deeper and cut a little more. Before I fall face first down on the floor. The blood seeps out and the pain goes away. Now I know everything is okay.
