Her parents never asked why there was blood in the sink.
They didn't even bother to question why her wrists were pink.
Her boyfriend didn't feel the tears on her cheeks.
He never could've guessed that she felt so weak.
Her friends didn't get why she locked the bathroom door.
They didn't understand she was cutting to her core.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 11:43 PM UTC
Her parents never asked why there was blood in the sink.
They didn't even bother to question why her wrists were pink.
Her boyfriend didn't feel the tears on her cheeks.
He never could've guessed that she felt so weak.
Her friends didn't get why she locked the bathroom door.
They didn't understand she was cutting to her core.
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