You're Too Late, I'm Already Broken

red ink

a couple more months to a year

and everyday she had homework everyday

she completed it day after day

simply she would do her homework

pen

paper

and the ink that dragged out of the pen

is all she needed

her homework was different than everyone

yeah she has her math, english, history, science

but once she completed that homework

for her there was more to accomplish

now for ordinary people

pen

paper

ink

was just school supplies

but for Her it wasn't

pen is the razor sharp blade

paper is her scarred wrists

the ink is the crimson colored iron smelling thick rich blood.

for months on end everyday she was do her so-called homework

but for her that homework was mandatory

but the only credit she would get is for her being weak

and not handling mature-ly

when she saw that red ink

she was satisfied

she was a little relieved

at the siqht of her own blood

and yet no one was  realizing she was just trying to escape

escape the human skin

she was trying to survive in

she couldn't live any longer

so she just kept surviving

with that red ink everyday