Locked up in your bathroom bleeding,
no one ever hears me pleading.
Always hiding your arms and thighs,
tears filling up your eyes.
You are hurting but no one sees,
feeling pain to give you ease.
Somehow wishing people see it,
understand the bottom we hit.
Forever making sure it´s hidden,
telling family is forbidden.
All I want is peace,
stop calling the police.
One day I will cut too deep,
for my body to keep.
Blood covering the bathroom floor,
finally done with this war.