She feels the itch form on her wrist
like due drops dripping from the mist...

Flesh torn, smiles broken
a hurt to deep, to ever be spoken...

I scream out to you
i want your help...

You say how sad
you say poor thing...

Tears of joy
because i have the perfect boy...

Tears of blood run down her wrists
but signs of emotion on her Face are missed...

Help
i need somebody...

She clips her hair back
straightens her shirt...

Im gonna draw a picture
A picture with a twist...

MY FRIEND WROTE THIS POEM
"I love you," She said...

I need someone to listen,
I need someone to hear...

Shes lost yet no one
knows it...