The scars on her wrist
Are the story of her life
A razor kiss
When she gave up on her life.
Her crys for help
That never came
Instead she yelpS
With the pain.
Suicidal thoughts
On her mind
Like a flowerpot
That cracks through time.
A little cut
To numb the pain
Buts instead it
Came with rain.
Scars cover her thighs
From when she wanted to die
Reminds her of her shitty life
And her thoughs of suicide.
