She Had a Small Cut.

She had a small cut
She had a rough life
She had the world in her hands, now it's only a knife

Running for hours
Running for miles
Running for the tears she held in, embraced the denials

Closing her heart in
Closing her only chance
Closing her open arms, never wanted a romance

Rushing cold water
Rushing cold eyes
Rushing cold nervous feelings that we all despise

Taking a deep breath
Taking a one step
Taking a promise to herself that she kept

She held her lungs tight
She held the blade light
She held in all of the memories that haunt her at night