In the wake of the darkness,
She finds herself again,
With all that has hurt her and those bitter memoirs,
She’s unwilling to forgive and let through,
All that anger holds her together,
That strength that doesn’t show lingers within,
In its own corner deep,
She can’t find it now,
And hasn’t been able to for a while now,
She doesn’t understand,
It doesn’t makes sense,
Nothing has and nothing will,
Crawling around finding for the light,
She senses it but nowhere to be found,
But the blade is nearby,
She’s constantly found it,
It has been her best friend for a while now,
The crimson stains on it reminds her of the worst days,
Just like the one today,
The scars have slowly began to fade but still bare its mark,
Her wrist are covered with them,
Each cut havin its own story,
No one knows this gurl,
She doesn’t ever show herself to the rest of the world,
For to the others,
She’s an ordinary teenager,
Having it all,
Livin the life,
The dream,
The idea of perfection.
This girl hopes to be found one day,
By someone,
Anyone,
As she softly but slowly slides the blade across her pale white skin,
Her tears seem to get heavier,
She watches the drops of blood hit the floor,
With each drop, she prays for better days,
For hope
For love,
For peace,
Mostly for peace with herself,
Laying the blade by her side,
The tears and blood are just another one of those dayz going by,
The unbearable kind.
She softly runs her delicate fingers across her new fresh scar,
Knowing its story is yet to be revealed.
