She always seemed to like winter
Its cold bitter air keeping everyone at bay
giving them a reason to stay away
letting her enjoy the pain
the sting of the freezing wind
it sometimes equates
to the knife that she draws across her skin
something her Christian parents call a sin
but that's not even where her problems begin
slicing and sawing her precious wrists
the bloods seeps out and kisses her again, and again

Some days she wishes she didn't exist
she started taking risks
not caring if she missed
her veins
she only wanted the pain
it gave her something to gain
as opposed to the shame,
that she receives from
leaving sombre scenes,
indifferently at ease

She was like a slave
to her maze of a mind
until one of those days
he came along
and she caved in his arms
he waived away
any harm in her way
taking away any source of pain
he came before,
she wasted away
and was lost to the grave
now, whenever in pain,
she calls out his name
and he'll dash through the cold rain
then take her away
to a special place where
she'll be cherished.