On the outisde theres a gentle smile, on the inside is harsh pain, she sits up in her room for hours at a time, where she takes her blade and cuts her arms, she prays no one will see the scars, cuz to her shes better off to bleed

A single tear rolls down her face she looks down upon her arms that are lined with red lines, i look at her and try 2 help...but i relize im gazing in the mirror

My best friend is incredibly sharp; always by myside and never apart
there is only 1 like mine made
my best friend, my blue razorblade

Im sorry that u didnt call me;; u left me to die;; you stabbed my back;;you expect me 2 run miles 2 see u and u not 4 me;; im sorry and you want me to give up eveythin so u can hav something.... ha i didnt kno life wrked that way

If i died its not like it would matter anyway...

its not like i [x.had.x] a [liFe]

I could wish away everything and try to think if u could ever feel how i felt but then id just b wasting my time on some1 like u who culd never feel such [paIn]

Its easy to say 'get over it and stop crying' u say it so easy but u've never been beaten u never forced ur own blood u never felt so close to death pain like this
is like a bleach stain on a black shirt
it messes up the whole thing

Maybe.. just maybe 1 day i'll suffacate on hair dye

One day she hopes to go numb
Or just to go back to the place shes fallen from

She took the razor and dug it in made a gash deep but thin they say its wrong to do a crime such as [suicide] cuz she knows there was nothin done but a poor [homicide]

*hard to get but based on one of my poems my friend and i came up with**