A cry for help...
A scream of pain...
The feeling of a blade...
Cutting into your wrist...
Everything...
That bothered you...
Broke you...
Made you fall...
Is growing in your mind...
It cause you to see things...
Act ways others don't understand...
But...
A cut to the wrist...
Is a precious feeling...
Because when everyone leaves you....
The scars will remain...
To remind you...
You are a sin...
You fought a battle...
In your own mind...
But one day...
The fighting will stop...
The blood shed will stop...
And you will be found...
By a light...
A angel..
They will save you...
From your torment...
Your nightmares...
- Rachel
