you think you know but you have no idea
She cries every night only for them
She’s screaming and crying
That’s where the cutting begins
She grabs the razor and holds it over her wrist
She starts to draw a picture, a picture with a twist
An “X” going across the vain of her right arm
It’s not that she's an “ Emo” she just loves self harm
As she bleeds she gets light headed
She looks at her arm while the blood has spreaded
A single tear runs down her cheek
She's almost lost it and she's just gone weak
She falls to the ground with a giant bang
She gets back up and cuts again
Her ocean of blood is around her feet
She's done her work of art, her picture is complete
She looks in the mirror and bows her head
She stares at her wrist as they infection spreads
Her hands are all covered in blood
And the bottom of her shoes are covered in mud