She's only a child,
but yet has been stripped of her innocents.
She came home upset,
bad day,
heads for the dresser drawer,
nothing good can come of this.
She tries to drive the pain away,
then closes her eyes,
found relief in a knife.
As she cries,
the blood flows down her arm,
curled up on the floor.
She had hoped for something more to come of this.
The deeper she hurts,
the deeper she cuts,
it only gets worse.
She lays there on the bathroom floor,
curled up crying.
What has become of her?
Life has become such a hassle,
that she pierces through her skin.
What kind of world is this?
Where a child would like to die?
T.B.