It's dark.

It's dark.
You can't see anything.
Not a cut,
not a scar,
not a tear,
not any dispear, pain, or even a drop of blood,
that pours from her wrist.
tears that pour from her eyes.
Or, the pain she feels inside.
Closed cuts on her wrists,
open ones on her heart.
People say,
"I know what your going thro.. I know how you feel"
But, they don't.
They can see her pain,
But they can't feel what she feels inside.