Cut

her heart is numb as the bite of the blade
sinks its way down into her skin.
she keeps it hidden well, she likes to think
she doesn't want the questions to begin.
her tears are warm, and her cries are silent
but it feels like she's screaming
at the top of her lungs.
she wonders how she got this way
or how it even
started.
who's to say that she's okay?
that this is just a phase?
she's just an average teenager,
with a heart full of pain
and hate.
today's the day
she tells herself,
and she prepares the broken blade.
her parents are gone, and nobody cares
she never really belonged.
she's crying loud, she's home alone
she's done with the way things are.
remember it was not your fault
this has gone for far too long.
don't blame yourself, there was nothing you could do.
she was too far gone.