A Lost One

by Elizabeth

I looked into her eyes and felt
The pain that she did feel.
No one had understood before
But now it seemed so real.
She's happy when she hurts herself
Dark pleasure comes from pain.
She says that everything is fine
Then says she isn't sane.
One day she just decided that
The pain she couldn't bear
So she simply took a scissors
And cut off some of her hair.
Afterwards, she felt much better
Like she'd found a magic cure.
She said no more she'd do it--
Of that I wasn't sure.
If somebody else has hurt her
She herself can do worse harm
Again she took the scissors
See the cuts now on her arm.
She thinks that she is nothing
People tell her she is more
But she simply can't believe them
And to herself will close the door.
She says that by no one
Could she be ever understood
I wish she would let someone
Because I think that she could.

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