• CUT
    Her tears poured down her sullen cheek, fingers stained of blood
    A frown framed her perfect face, her wrists raw and flood

    Knife in her hand, razor blades on the floor
    How much do you think she can take, she feels she can take no more

    Her life seeming perfect, family pleased
    She feels nothing more but her soul filled and seized

    Smile beautiful the text she reads, from her lover
    The pain in her eyes as she looks and she crys she knows he shouldn't need to bother