Cuts of Pain

With a knife
in the dark
she holds it's blade
with a shaky grip
the foggy mirror
clouds her appeal
and hides the tears
of the need to kill
To rid her self
of pain and fear
there's a need to know
How much can she feel
Beyond that house
of harsh words spoken
sits a boy in bed
who can't stop thinking
about that girl
the ones who cries
in night he stares
through darkness's fold
at his pale arm
where his pain is marked
in shock he jumps
out of his sheets
out the door
and onto the streets
towards that house
the one where harsh words spill
and a mistake is about to happen
there is not car
she's all alone
The boy runs inside
up the stairs to her room
On the ground she lay
with a arm that's bloody
that leaves a trail
from the bathroom tile
In there he then went
raiding cupboards for an appliance
to wrap the wombs
He screamed at her
'stupid girl!' while mending to her cuts
'how can you do this'
but how could she not
There was a chill in the room
in those short moments
while he held her in his arms
cradling that slowing heart beat
She was out cold
to much blood had been taken
but the cut was sealed
and soon would be mended
and he would scold her
till the her age had ended