Lonely Girl

Razor against skin,
tearing it apart,
blood pumping pain,
started from the heart.

Cold, dilated eyes,
haunting me at night,
sneering, sharp-tonuged words,
what an awful sight.

Lonely, fragile girl,
scared and confused,
shaking with her sobs,
she doesn’t deserve to be abused.

Slowly, she reaches out,
her hand around a blade,
a forgotten, broken heart
that no one wants to save.

All their words replay,
like a broken record in her head
she doesn’t belong anywhere,
she might as well be dead.

So that’s what she’ll do
her veins will kiss the knife,
and on this seemingly average morning,
the lonely girl will take her life..