Grabbing a knife,
She cuts her self a line.
From all the pain she feels,
She adds a new design.
Why do I do this she thinks,
As she make's for a sharper blade.
Because your a fat whore she says,
The dagger makes her feel displayed.
Hurtful words ring through her ears,
Making her slit her wrist more.
This barely even hurts she screeches,
Why is everything a chore?
Nobody appreciates me,
I always feel left out.
Everybody shuns me away,
I don't know what that's about.
Am I no good for them,
Am I just a joke?
An object that has no bones,
A toy that you provoke?
Stop someone shouts,
Crashing into her room.
Can't you see I'm busy she yells,
Then proceeds to her doom.
As she furiously cuts away,
All the sorrow she felt for years.
A gentle hand halts her work,
She looks at it with tears.
You're okay the voice soothes,
Please don't cry with fright.
I'm here with you now.
Stop cutting alright?
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This is a message to anyone that cuts or feels lonely. There is always someone to help you.
_Kenzie-chan_
