She hides the pain,
so that no one can see it.
She has to be strong,
she has to do it alone.
She needs help,
but she knows she can't ask.
She can't feel anything anymore,
She wants to feel something.
Anything!
Even pain.
She's a writer.
Her pen is a razor
and her arm is the paper.
She wrote her story,
crying as she did.
She wishes her story was
**over.