Self Harm

Beads of red shows,
On her wrist so bright.
As the redding flows,
She gives up the fight.
Silent cries for help,
No one hears.
No one listens.
Silent tears roll down,
Her cheek, they glisten.
The black make up smudges her eyes,
Long sleeves to cover her arms,
And no one knows that she self harms.
She skips breakfast,
Lunch,
Dinner.
Her fear,
Is the only winner.

She comes home from school,
The kids mock her because she just isn't"cool".
She's not good enough, she thought.
Her mouth said one thing,
But her mind barely fought.
Oh how fragile she is,
When she pulls out her best friend.
That shiny metal blade,
When she just wants it to all to end.
There's a silence,
So thin
Like the lines across her skin
So deep,
Like the hole she is in.

She dreams of gun blasts,
Blood paints the walls,
Like a canvas
A sick art form in a way,
People say death is beautiful,
But she can't get away.
She can't escape.
She refuses to sink,
But she can't help but drown.
She tries to smile,
But can't help but frown.
She dreams of nooses.
A rope around her neck.
Hanging from the ceiling,
Her life's a wreck.
She dreams of smoke,
Filling her lungs,
Organs collapse,
Fire on the tip of her tounge.
She dreams of a bottle of pills.
Destroying what's left,
Absorbing inside her body.
She dreams of needles.
Injecting into her skin,
Flowing into the bloodstream
To ease the pain within.

She wants to stop the dreams ,
That haunt her throughout the night.
But they are constant through her head,
She can't stop the thoughts,
Because she is already dead.

Beauty is found within death,
But what beauty is in a corpse..
Their hearts once having rhythm.
There once was a beat,
Now nothing within them.
Weak with deceit,
Empty souls could be misleading,
Their bones scream with defeat,
Stale breath pleading.
Heart hard as concrete,
Skeleton white as snow.
There's something about their beauty,
That I just don't know.

So don't say she had a beautiful death,
Because there was a satisfying pain,
In that last and final breath.