MadManWithaBox
January 18th, 2011, 03:43 PM
The single slice of her skin
The tiny beads of blood
The razor stained red with it.
Pain lingering, stinging
Her skin permanently marked.
She'd have to cover it up again tomorrow
Itchy jumpers, annoying tights
None of this compared to
The europhia
The rush, unlike anything else
When she cuts
The world doesn't exist
It keeps her alive.
People wondered, surely, she thought.
Someone must notice
The quiet girl in the corner.
With scars decorating her whole frame.
Someone would care enough to ask
Thats what she comforted herself with
She convinced herself someone would take a glance and see
See her frail body, thin wrists, destroyed body.
But no one ever did.
The days, weeks, months went by.
She got thinner, sicker, her skin got redder and redder. Her faith dying more every day.
Her hope died, before her body. Her whole being just went numb. She stopped caring.
About her own fate, about if anyone saw, if anyone cared. This was her life now.
The tiny beads of blood
The razor stained red with it.
Pain lingering, stinging
Her skin permanently marked.
She'd have to cover it up again tomorrow
Itchy jumpers, annoying tights
None of this compared to
The europhia
The rush, unlike anything else
When she cuts
The world doesn't exist
It keeps her alive.
People wondered, surely, she thought.
Someone must notice
The quiet girl in the corner.
With scars decorating her whole frame.
Someone would care enough to ask
Thats what she comforted herself with
She convinced herself someone would take a glance and see
See her frail body, thin wrists, destroyed body.
But no one ever did.
The days, weeks, months went by.
She got thinner, sicker, her skin got redder and redder. Her faith dying more every day.
Her hope died, before her body. Her whole being just went numb. She stopped caring.
About her own fate, about if anyone saw, if anyone cared. This was her life now.