She cuts and bleeds,
Because it's you she needs,
She cries and she cries,
Please help her 'cause I've tried.
She screams at her reflection,
Finding all her imperfections,
Her demons are eating away at her,
All those words caught like burrs.
She feels no pain,
It ****** her skin like freezing rain,
Coursing through her blood,
Then she hits her head with a thud.
Blood now rushing,
Her screams now, hushing,
She's fallen silent,
To her own assailants.
This goes out to the strugglers. Strugglers, with whatever it is, don't let it take you. In this poem the girl struggles with cutting over a boy, hating her own body image (which is personally what I struggle with), and drugs. It all ended with her dead. Don't let these things take you. Live. Choose life.