Life is tough they say to her
When she has things she needs to say
Things she need to say
Life is tough
They say
Every time they hurt her
Life is tough
She repeats to herself
But she learned that life is not only tough
It cold, cruel, and mean
So she finds release
She didn't know what she was doing the first time
She slowly pulled it across her leg
She made sure not to hit any arteries
Her mother expected her to be a doctor after all
As her blood dripped she felt all her stress flow away
At 12 she started
By 13 she was good at making sure her mother didn't notice
Even though she knew that she never really did look at her
Alone she carried out her ritual every day
Every night her silent tears lulled her to sleep
She longed  for her mother's affection
But her longing was never fulfilled
So she repeated life's tough every time she cut herself
By now they criss crossed her legs
From thigh to ankle
She wanted; no needed the release it gave her
All the pressure of perfection,hurt,and pain leaked out in her blood
It ran red for her alone
Her's
But life is tough so the girl keep coming back to her knife
To release her pain
Until she found that she could weave her pain into words
She explored with it
And found herself sitting performing a new ritual
She writes her pain, her stress into poems
But life is tough
But now the she has a way to toughen through it
All by herself