Doves Uncaged

The paint drips from her wrist like water from the sink

Tried and sore she falls to her knees

Red roses bleeds from her body curving one thing

Freedom

Her friends do not see her as nothing more than a joke

Strangers comparing her to her best friend

That 'friend', the one who's hand is one the knife in her back

Sharing lies and gossip with the small town of drama

The red ink like blood runs deep into her deeply cut skin already scarring itself

Tears falling from her eyes like doves out of the cage

For the girl, her scar are what shows everyone that she is not her 'perfect' friend

This girl is broken and lost

All someone had to do, was tell her she was one of a kind,

But instead the cuts from the blade grew deeper each day

Till finally to far

No one noticed when she was gone

Now the girl is free

Flying happily uncaged in the sky

White wings without a drop of red