The Cuts on her wrist are turning into Scars
Not one of them have set her free
No one knows what she feels
She Felt like she lost all her dignity

The Cries and Screams from her past
Make her Feel trapped inside
She Wants To Stop
But how can she when a part of her has died

Neglected and alone with no one to under stand
She takes the razor blade and digs it into her skin
The warm red blood dripping
Unleashing the hurt she felt within

Covered in Her own blood
Her head gets dizzy and she drifts off into dreams
Forgetting the pain she went through
Relieved there is silence and no more screams

She slowly passes away
No one will be misleading
Unfortunately she has died
from her own internal bleeding