Broken

Battle Scars

She holds the blade to her pale skin.
She slides it across and then digs in.
She watches blood flow as the skin breaks.
She repeats for every cut she makes.

She says "Just a few more, they won't know, they won't care."
Doesn't matter, the damage is done beyond repair.  
An internal battle she fights every day.
Silently struggling. Just can't find her way.

It wasn't always like this. She was quite a happy child,
'Til her life went to hell in a downward spiral.
Haunted memories, scars from the past.
Her heart is shattered. Her innocence trashed.

Never again will she be fine.
Poor girl became a victim of her own mind.
All those dark thoughts that she holds within,
Can only come out as blood on her skin.

Pain, regrets, words left unsaid.
She's living and breathing, but inside she's dead.
She doesn't have a voice and it's not fair.
She wants to speak up, but she doesn't dare.

She's been betrayed, lied to, and stabbed in the back.
If her mom knew half of it, she'd have a heart attack.
She masks her pain and fear all with a smile.
Showing true emotions is just not her style.

She says she's fine, but she's broken inside.
Her friends never notice because they're too blind.
She can't get the boys to look her way.
She's afraid to love because they never stay.

She looks in the mirror and hates what she sees.
Only the blade keeps her at ease.
Does anybody notice all those scars?
Would anybody care if she went too far?

Well, here's the answer, I must confess.
It's no to both. She's just a mess.
She thinks "Who would care if I left this earth?
Absolutely nothing is what I'm worth."

Her last piece of writing she leaves on the shelf.
Too bad no one could save her from herself.