Her Story

She cuts with a knife, Because you ruined her life, She doesn't care how it feels, She hopes it never heals, She hates herself. She said "I don't know who I am", Her mind is in a jam, She feels her pain, And it makes her feel sane, She's draining her anger. The blade was sharp, She heard the harp,from god She slit her wrist, She felt the mist, It was sticky. It was red, She lost her head, No one believed her story, But her wrists are gory, With blood. Shes dead, Nothing left to be said, She cried that night, nothing was right, with her life. But not anymore, She took it away, She didn't know what to say, So she disappeared. She's gone, But her soul lives on, She made everything change, She made it rearrange, We now know her.