I know a girl
She draws on
her skin
with blades instead
of pens
It all began when
she was eight.
She wondered why?
Why would he look at her like that?
Why would she let him?
She often thought:
“She loves me”
But deep down
She knew
It was
A lie
She’s never loved her
And never will
The only one that
Truly loves her
Is Mr. Sharp.
He makes her happy.
He helps her forget about THEM.
When her skin
Rips open
And her demons
Come out…
Oh there’s no better
Feeling than that.
But the feeling goes away!
“NO! come back!” she yells.
But not even
Pain wants her.
And that hurts like hell.
People always believe
The “I’ll kill you” stare
And the “go away “routine.
Because nobody
really cares to
see what’s
left inside
To look into her eyes
And see her broken heart.
To see the scars on her
Wrists and thighs.
They don’t care!
No one really does!
I should know
Because…
I’m that girl.
3 comments
That’s… Just so brutal. You really carved a deep image there. See what I did there? Absolutely terrific writing though. 🙂
Thank you
That was beautiful. I felt your pain and emotions. But it was true. I can relate to you.