She's got pain, she's got hurt..

She's got scars nobody sees..
She's got those cuts, the cuts that don't heal.
She's got her wrist and thighs full of them.

She's got one thing she tells herself, its just a matter of time.
One cut, two cut three cuts four, the blood just starting dripping from the tub to the floor.

The more she sits alone, the more incisions, she makes.
The more she kicks, screams, and cries.
That void, that cause never dies.
It just gets bigger in her life as she withers away in silence.