and the cuts resemble more than her mouth ever could
she understand each and every one
she could relate to pain
she could relate to the marks on her arms
each and everyone
she knew that the pain helped fill the void of the sadness
the loneliness
the way she wore the long sleeve shirts
they way they'd all ask way
the more she'd look away and say
"nothing"
"i'm just cold"
"don't worry about it"
or simply look away
sometimes walk out of room  
more and more
took more and more pills
trying to find a way to cover up the pain
and screaming because of the conflicting the voices

her parents
she could hear them screaming from her room
that's when she'd cut even DEEPER

pain and relief was all that came out of it
it was enough
the blood gushing out of  her arm
was a sign that she'd done it
she's found a way
it seemed to all go away
when she dug the razor deeper into her arm

turned white