Disbelievelly Believing

She's lost in pain again, her hurt it seems won't end. She takes the razor by her bed, and carves upon her skin. This cut brings relief, not like what lies beneath. That she has felt for many years, yet no one else can see. The torment of molested past, so brutally despaired. Many people look away, they just choose not to care. She hates herself by reason, trust never should be treason. Ever scar that bares a mark, distrustfully is leaving, disbelievelly believing...