Guilt

Cuts

When you look at her,

You would see a normal girl

Deep,black eyes,

soft cheeks,

Fake smile

But go deeper.

Ask questions,observe,notice. I listen.

Why does she never smile?

Why does she roll up her sleeves?

why is she alone?

She rolls her sleeves to hide cuts,

That she draws with a blade,

Her happiness is lost in an endless void of darkness,

gone.

And she is only alone because she is different.

But different can be bad.

Right?

She is different with her frown,

With flowing tears,

And with dripping blood.

Because when I look at her, and the pain creeps in, I will let it

Fill

Me

Up.

Slowly the cuts get worse.

The pain builds,

I don't try to stop it

but, maybe she will stop

Right?

She drags a blade,

Over scarred skin,

Letting her sorrow and anger and self-hate,

Drip

In warm red tears.

They pool,and fall,

Silently,

Differently.