Your Poetry Dot Com - She Slits Her Wrists

She slits her wrists with a razor blade.
She's done it so many times before,
that she no longer feels any pain.
As she lies on the floor,
a stream of tears,
run down her ghostly face.
As a puddle of blood appears,
her vision begins to fade.
After waking from an unconscious state,
she starts to feel great.
She wears a million bracelets on her arms,
to cover up all the scars.
She then finds a hoody to wear,
to act as if the scars aren't there.
The next day she goes to school,
pretending everything is cool.
No one can even tell,
that the scares are there.
This makes it hard,
to even pretend to care.
It's not like her friends care at all,
they would rather want to,
spend time at the mall.
They are too blind to see,
that she's not as ok,
as she's pretending to be.
Then one day she doesn't hide,
the scars that well,
and her so called friends,
are finally able to tell.
Once they finally notice,
they ask her if she's ok.
She says she's fine,
and tells them to go away.
She doesn't want their pity,
or their sympathy.
She just wants everything to go away,
and not to live another day.

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