Broken

Secrets

Sometimes, when no one is home,

She goes in her room, all alone.

She creeps to her secret hiding spot,

Eager to lessen the pain that life has upon her wrought.

Out comes the blade, her saving grace, taking her far away from this nightmarish place.

Out comes the pills, to numb the pain, to chase away the disdain.

Out comes the towel, to wipe the blood away, even though its stain is there to stay.

After double checking she's all alone,

In this place she doesn't call home.

After locking her door, not making a peep,

She starts taking away what life has upon her reaped.

After readying the blade on her arm,

Suddenly, without an alarm.

She runs it upon her scarred skin with a flash,

Blood starts pouring from the gash.

She doesn't even make a cry,

Just wishes harder, "Can I die?"

So lost in her pain filled universe,

Too ready to let the misery disperse.

She doesn't hear her door unlock,

She doesn't see her parents stand in shock.

But she hears their desperate cry,

Of "Oh my darling, why?"

She whirls around, surprise etched on her face,

Still in her hand, her saving grace.

"It's not what you think at all,"

But then she crumples and she falls.

It seems that she cut too deep,

Too eager to lessen the pain that life upon her reaped.

She lost so much blood,

Too eager to dig herself out of the rut.

Her parents, all they do is cry,

Horror racked to find their baby has died.

They blamed everything upon themselves,

Asking "Why couldn't I see, why didn't I help?"

But you can't help someone, you see,

Whose pain is their greatest enemy.