Straight lines drawn across a wrist.
The wrist of a girl who was hurt.
The wrist of a girl who was ignored.
Worthless, ugly, stupid.
Those words played through her mind,
As she glided the razor across her wrist.
Blood appeared the deeper she went.
That was her way of dealing with the stress.
Her way of dealing with the lies she was told.
Her way of dealing with being told to die.
It was a painful way but she liked the pain.
As she thought it was just as bad as her life.
The wrist of a girl who was hurt.
The wrist of a girl who was ignored.
Worthless, ugly, stupid.
Those words played through her mind,
As she glided the razor across her wrist.
Blood appeared the deeper she went.
That was her way of dealing with the stress.
Her way of dealing with the lies she was told.
Her way of dealing with being told to die.
It was a painful way but she liked the pain.
As she thought it was just as bad as her life.