She was standing there
Looking in the mirror
She had blood in her hair
Where had it come from?

She had scars on her arms
And fresh slices on her thighs
As she looked at the blood
She couldn’t suppress her sighs.

There was blood everywhere
It was all on the walls
She’d took the phone from the hook
Wanting no surprise calls.

Was she really ready?
Ready to die?
She looked in the mirror
And started to cry.

She went down on her knees
Kneeling in the blood
As the tears came pouring out
A wet salty flood.

For years and years
She’d cut and cut
While to the pain
She’d remained shut.

The pain was her friend,
Her one and only
But in the end
What would make her holy?

She’d done the drugs
And took the pills
Done all the things
She’d been told that kills.

She’d had the sex
And stayed out late
In the end
Sealing her own fate.

She looked in the mirror
And saw her face
Saw the blood and tears
And closed the case.

She got up from the blood
And wiped her eyes
She’d no longer be the girl
Who sits at home and cries.


 
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