Lost

The feeling came back
The one she desperatly tried to hide
It tore her apart
She has the scars to prove it
Looking in the mirror
She sees a reflection
Of the girl she never wanted to become
She sees a blood soaked razor
And when she holds up her wrists
She sees scars staring back at her
Each one has a meaning
A Story behind it
Her throat tightens up
As he holds her breath
This girl does not cry
Refuses to cry
The only tear you will ever see
Is a pattern of spotted pain
Running delicatly down her wrists
Each day she hides
Running away from her life
This blur, that has overtaken her
There is no turning back
She is lost.
In a world of hate, confusion.
Her life swirls around her.
She waves goodbye.