The world wont listen to her
Cuz she had no voice
She had to make a hurtful choice
Draw a knife over her skin in a careful manner
As if the voice spoke to her in orange-brown color
She cried inside and broke in shout
And that is how she let the tears out

The bruise healed itself but left its mark
With her white skin with lashes of dark
The safisfaction inside
To see the artwork she made
On her own skin covered in pain

She would wear long sleaves at school and at lunch
Only she knew whats she is hiding
wont talk about it much
The world outside causes her to ache
Unbearable pain makes her suffocate
She gets back home and find that knife
To repeat the process of talking to her life

©fuadhassan