There I stand
Behind the door
Silent
Silent as if there’s nothing there
Like the wind blowing throw the trees
There I stand
As I see the
Her eyes flow
Like the blood from her wrist
As if it’s a dream
That I cant wake up from
Trapped inside
As I watch
Again and again
As the pool of blood gets bigger
She walks around
Like a ghost
That ever bodies see through
She cuts her soul
Cuts it like glass
Leaving not traces behind
She takes pleasure form a knife
And a month latter
She tries to take her life
The numbness
Of her skin
Is all she needs
That and that
Devilish tool she blade
She calls relief