She cuts her wrists
To dull the pain inside
She wishes there was someone
Just to hear her cry
She moves up her arm
Making the cuts deeper
Letting the blood trickle
As she lets out a whimper
She looks at a picture
To see how life used to be
She than looks in a mirror
And wonders what people see
When she is done
She puts the blade away
She then goes outside
Knowing that they will all pay
Leanne Ross
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-cuts-her-wrists/
