Black My Eyes

July 30, 2008
By Anonymous

Scars on her arms and tears on her cheeks are the only sign of her pain you can see.
Lying in bed, razor in hand, she tries to make pain all that she feels.
She’s so used to it now she doesn’t even think- unlike emotional the physical wounds heal.
Longs sleeves conceal while she waits for the cuts to heal. As tears stream down her face she says, “ I should have known... I should have known... Why did I let him get to me?”
So tonight, she cuts her wrists and darks her eyes… Then lays herself down hoping to die.

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