It pushes in, deep and slow.
Crimson streams drip to the floor.
Blood, salty tears.
No one knows her anymore.

They don't notice,
She keeps the scars hidden.
They wouldn't care,
Love to her is forbidden.

It doesn't hurt, not much anyway.
It makes her feel in control.
No one will ever know.
She hides it deep in her soul.

If just one person could understand,
She'd stop this foolishness.
She knows it's wrong,
But she just can't deal with this.

One day you'll know, she'll let you know,
Though you may not understand.
All she really wants,
Is you, to be there to hold her hand.
 
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