As the mascara runs down her rosy red cheeks,
She feels her heart tear inside
She has not felt this feeling ever before
She sat down and cried and cried
But then when the object touched her skin
The pain, it faded away
The blood, was her only comforter,
She was at peace for the rest of the day
But then when a trouble was on her hands,
Not crying did she seek,
But a sharp object, to cut and tear,
From here her troubles now leak
An addiction it had become,
a daily routine for her
She no longer dealt with problems,
But found a solution when her blood did stir
To much it became, an going game
Until finally it took its toll,
She cut again for one last time
Her ashes spread on coal
hr body burnt, her soul at rest,
An ongoing war, put to the test.
Why did she do it, why this way
Why couldn't’t she stay at least one more day
To get the help she truly needed
But sadly enough, in her lifetime, she had now succeeded
