The knife,
It takes away her pain,
It makes her cry as she bleeds,
It's like her addiction,
A nothing but,
A lifeline that she needs.
It slices,
Rips,
Tearing her flesh gently,
Lovingly keeping her sane,
Erasing all the stress,
All the hate,
And washes away all her pain.
She hasn't smiled in so long,
Hasn't laughed,
There's no spark in her eyes anymore,
She's silent and desolate,
In an tangle of more and more lies.
She has no real family,
No true friends,
No one to turn to anymore,
She pleads for help with silent tears,
She wonders if anyone can make her happy.
She wished that something, someone, would switch on the lights,
Bring her out of the inky blackness,
Someone to push out all the hurt and pain,
All of the saddness,
And slowly mend her broken heart.
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Poems for the Broken </3
PoetryThis is for the people who have the broken hearts! Your not alone! The cutters, you are not the only one to do it! The people who TRY to hide their pain!
