I Sit and Write a Story..

Of a lonely girl..
Sitting in the darkness..
One against the world.

I sit and write a story..
Of hatred, and of lies.
My story's filled with sorrow,
Pain filled shouts and cries.

I sit and write a story..
That no one will read..
You see, it's my own story..
For only me to see.

I sit and write my story..
But my story has a twist..
You see, my pencil is a razor..
And my paper is my wrist.