sat in her room crying

she sat in her room
crying alone
wiping tears away fats
as she knows they are home
she grabs a book
pretends nothings wrong
grabs the blade away
sings the same old song
'im in the buisness of misery
lets take it from the top'
as she hears the door open
she lets the blade drop
she crosses her legs
and folds her arms
not showing any skin
or any harm
across her arm and wrist
from when she wanted to die
like today when she sat in her room
and all she does is cry