Cuts cover her wrist
Wounds filled with blood
An artery
Is what she hits…
The trees stood witness
One by one…
They refused to tell,
What she held within.
When she looked
In the mirror
All she felt
Was hate
Hate for the girl
Who smiles back,
Like she never
Felt pain, nor tears…
She’ll never see
that girl again…
Cause she took away
The problems held within…