She cuts her wrists <br />To dull the pain inside <br />She wishes there was someone <br />Just to hear her cry <br /> <br />She moves up her arm <br />Making the cuts deeper <br />Letting the blood trickle <br />As she lets out a whimper <br /> <br />She looks at a picture <br />To see how life used to be <br />She than looks in a mirror <br />And wonders what people see <br /> <br />When she is done <br />She puts the blade away <br />She then goes outside <br />Knowing that they will all pay<br /><br />Leanne Ross<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-cuts-her-wrists/
