I watched her cut her perfect skin
I didn't say anything
She cursed and shouted
And I said that was a sin
She didn't talk to me for a while
I threw sticks and stones
At her door
Nobody was home to answer anymore
Until her dad let me in
I went up to her room
And all I heard was the quiet but cute sound of her voice
Talking alone in her sleep
I walked in and curled right up close next to her
I kissed the scars on her skin
I thought she was beautiful
I looked at life In a different perspective
I watched her cut her perfect skin
The blood dripping,slowly down her arm
She cried, I held her in my arms
I never stopped the horror of her cuts
But one day I found out that I must
I watched her cut her perfect skin
One day I decided it was enough
She shouted and cursed
I took her paint brush from her hand
And looked at the canvas
Which was her wrist
And her paint brush was a razor
I took the blades away from her I thought it would stop
It stopped for a while
But then I walked to her house again
And her mother opened the door
Without a word
I ran up the steps
What I saw next was traumatizing
I screamed and I cried like a little kid
Until I noticed she was still breathing
I called someone
They rushed quick and when we got to the place
They fixed her up with a stitch(es)
I watched her cut her perfect skin
She had stopped and was seeking help
She got it and started to feel better
We were happy together at last
She never cried
She was always so happy
We were both finally happy
I watched her cut her perfect skin
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