She sits alone,
Hunched over,
Tears flowing, falling,
Down, down, down.

Voices calling
From the Heavens above
Only they aren’t clear,
Something about love.

Crimson red leaks from the wounds
Blade in hand
Blood dripping,
Her arm like lashed into land.

Tattered wounds engraved
Scar upon scar upon scar,
Doesn’t stop to wonder if she’s
Ever gone too far.

Not scared of what might happen,
Not scared if she was to slip,
Only curious thoughts arise
As she bits upon her lip.

No one seems to notice,
As she fades to black
She often wonders,
If anyone would notice if she never was to come back.

Only she knows it
On the outside she’s smiling
But when day turns to dark
She can’t stop crying.

She sits alone,
Hunched over,
Tears flowing, falling,
Down, down, down.
 
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