She sits in her room in the dark all alone.
Mascara running down her face.
She told her boyfriend she was fine, he believed her.
Truth is she's dying.
She holds a blade at her hand.
But, shes texting a guy who is going threw the same thing.
He's begging her not to do it.
She doesn't listen.
She takes the blade and puts it to her wrist slowly dragging it not to deep but just enough to draw blood.
She does it several; more times going side to side down and up.
She texts the boy who's blowing her computer up sorry.
He goes you did it didn't you?
She texts back yes.
He doesn't answer because he has a secret he likes the girl and he's shocked.
He soon texts back why didn't you listen to me!
She says you didn't give me a good reason not to.
He says promise me you won't do it again.
She promises but soon after he goes t bed she does it again.
The next day she wear's long sleeves and when she bumps into the boy he hugs her and she starts crying.
She goes into class and asks the teacher to go to the bathroom to clean her face.
She walks to the bathroom and cry's some more looking at her cuts.
She cleans her face and goes back to class.
Soon the day is over and she goes home.
The night repeats but, she doesn't cut all she does is talk to that guy.
