From the Ink of a Razor Blade

Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Who is the saddest girl of all?
Is it the one in blue
Or the one in pink?
Or is it the girl whose dress is stained
With deep red ink?

She’s the one at the back.
Dressed in all black.
With red stains down her dress,
And a cross hanging by her chest.

She used to be so full of joy,
Until she became someone’s toy.
They kept her to themselves.
Now she can’t escape this hell.

She’s the one with tears in her eyes.
And no one hears her silent cries.
She’s the one with slits down her arm.
She’s the one exposed to harm.

So mirror mirror on the wall.
Who is the saddest girl of all?
It’s not the one in blue
And it’s not the one in pink.
It’s the girl who dress is stained
With deep red ink.