A cry for help shatters glass..

but is never heard

One cut
Two cuts
Three cuts
Four...
Five cuts
Six cuts
Seven cuts
Floor...

How will you know I am hurting, if you cannot see any pain?

To wear it on my body, tells what words cannot explain.

The scars will stay but the pain fades away..

The Blood That leaks Apon My Wrists Will Never Leak Again...

Confused actions
worried minds
bleeding tears
our fingers entwined

"Remember Liveings A Privalege Not A Right"

Hugs Not Drugs.

The Stars Above Have Lost there Shine...