She Cuts Her Wrist By Leanne R, 17 HRM
She cuts her wrists
To dull the pain inside
She wishes there was someone
Just to hear her cry |  |
She moves up her arm
Making the cuts deeper
Letting the blood trickle
As she lets out a whimper She looks at a picture
To see how life used to be
She then looks in a mirror
And wonders what people see When she is done
She puts the blade away
She then goes outside
Knowing that they will all pay
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