Poem By Leise Landreth
She comes home, but no one is there,
She feels this pain, but no one cares.
The sharpness of the razor, so scary and yet so comforting.
She knows it brings her harm, and yet it's so supporting.
Watching as the blood falls, helps her feel alive,
Helps her feel the love of which her heart has been deprived.
Her lap now filled with blood and tears,
And while her cries are deafening, no one hears.
Thoughts go through her mind, am I insane? To try and cause myslef such pain?
But shakes her head in her own defense,
For all of this makes perfect sense!
Just because I fall apart,
Broken skin doesn't have to mean a broken heart...