Never change

The rain threatens to fall from her eyes,
but never does it succeed,
emotionless and empty,
anything but sane,
anything but happy,
anyone but herself,

crimson water drains from her veins,
through the self inflicted wounds,
no, not wounds, feelings,
ones unexplainable,
ones still masked,
now open by the blade,
secrets kept beyond the surface of her skin,

constant sting of ones cuts lets her know shes alive,
that this isn't all a terrible dream,
literaly dying to awake from,
only to find that things will never change.