The Cutting Class

With every cut she makes. She loses herself deeper within the pain. Cutting taking pills to keep numb. Hididng scars under long sleves. Blending in praying never to stick out. She wishes to be invisable within the halls. Avioding eye contact with the popular crowd. hiding in plain sight. A worn composition book bares the agony of her teenage years. Every scar holds a untold story. Past flings with false promises of hope. Dark shirts and darker thoughts. She lives in a prison yet has no dellusion of release. Red stains the ivory skin. She feels the pains warmth only to feel it fade again. Head down like a ghost she does vanish in the crowd. Slicing into the flesh to bring warmth to the cold empty shell. Every page speaks of angst with a sweet passion filled twist. Misery of many held by few. Scars of her time. Marking every moment and year. Cutting for a escape. She's stuck in a sea of people. Wishing to be anywhere but here.