Cutting

She's been through hell
but her eyes are dry
She can no longer feel sad
because there's no more tears to cry
So she carves out the pain
inside herself
with that tiny blade
she keeps on the shelf
the blade is caked in
all her blood
from writting in her skin
about false love
she thinks she's alone
and no one really cares
but her friends are terrified
for all they can do is stare