She walks through the hallway,
holding her wrists.
Hoping and Praying,
no one will see her like this.
He looks at her,
scared of what he will find.
He never thought,
she had those things in mind.
Or just how much she held inside.
She was always smiling,
what could she hide?
As she looks up at him,
he asks her; "...are there anymore?"
Looking at him with tears in her eyes.
She whispers a small reply,
"Ever wonder what bracelets are for?"
Taking it all in he asks her "Why?"
With tear streaked cheeks she whispers,
"I don't want to die."
For this is what her lover learned;
she cuts herself...
Never too deep, and never enough to die.
But just enough to feel the pain,
to release what she has bottled up inside.