“**** yourself” they said
So she did

What is more deadly?
A gun or a thought
A gun gives you the opportunity
But the thought pulls the trigger

We cut and **** flowers because we think they’re beautiful
We cut and **** ourselves because we think we are not

She wakes up too early
Then does her hair
She doesn’t have breakfast
She doesn’t care
Puts on her make up
She doesn’t like her face
Puts on her smile
She’s still out of place
But inside she’s dying
She’s unbearably insecure
Slashes at her wrist
The pain helps reassure
Blood seeps out
Scarlet and deep
Her breath is shuddering
She doesn’t ever eat
But no one notices
Anything wrong
So she keeps on going
Until she’s gone

One cut
Two cuts
Three cuts
Four always desperate for one slash more.
Five pills, six pills, seven, now eight
Some meant for sleep
Some made to lose weight
One eye closes
The other to follow
Hoping this time it’ll work
Her breath becomes hollow
She drops to the floor
As her hands uncurl
Welcome to the life of a suicidal girl

Its quite sad
How people make promises
About the future
Because they have no idea what happens in the future
People say things like
I will always love you
I will always be here for you
Things will get better
I promise
But its six months later
You don’t love me
No one is here
And if anything I’ve gotten worse.

My darlings pull your sleeves down
No one has to know
With all the pain you’ve gone through
Your scars don’t have to show
With cuts and scratches and tears
You death is nearly here
Blood stained towels cover the floor
Everyone’s hoping you’ll walk out the door
Throw up honey you’re to fat
Blame your cuts on the cat
Sliding a blade across your skin
Getting sick to be thin