To make the pain
Go away.
She knows it’s stupid
But she thinks
About it anyway.
She makes decisions
Only to regret it later.
She tells me everything,
And sheds tears
For her pain.
She wants to be normal,
But she knows
It’ll never happen.
She runs her finger
Along the scar
Only to remember her pain.
She plays with
The knife in her purse,
And thinks about
Reopening the wound.
She remembers
The feeling Of
Warm blood Running
Down her leg.
She cries
When she tells me,
Even though
She wants me to know.
She hides the tears
From her face,
Just like she’d hide
The blood from the world.
She feels the wound on her leg
And she remembers
The pain she once had.
