Cuts

Looking into the mirror

Hoping thats not me

Scars all over her arms

Eyes filled with misery

Tears falling from her eyes

Crying out from all of her pains

But still, when she closes her eyes

The horrid image remains

All her life she's been taunted

And made a fool by others

Being beaten by her father

Yelled at from her mother

She cuts herself daily

Kind of her routine

Finding joy from her blood

Escaping all those who are mean

But stopped as she saw her reflection

Seeing all the blood flow

Screaming from the inside

Dying was her soul

She tried to stop the blood

But it was just too much to stop

Getting weaker and weaker

From each and every drop

When her parents found her body

They didn’t care a bit

They dug a hole in the backyard

And threw her body inside it

They told people she ran away

And said they were very, very sad

But deep inside

They were glad

No one knew the true story

No one knew her life

No one knew her pain

No one knew about the knife

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