She locks herself in her room,
and sits down on the floor,
tonight the knife is calling her,
the blade is begging for more.
No reasoning with razers,
no protest, she gives in,
no love, or hope left in her heart,
tonight the knife will win.
But she cant seem to stop,
and she goes in way too deep,
but, she doesnt seem to mind,
no call for help, she doesnt speak.
see her there now,
silent, in her coffin,
couvered in all her punishments,
that she gave herself so often.
and, the girl with the scarlet bands,
is now where she belongs,
somewhere she can finally be free,
somewhere there’s no right or wrong.
by Sammie Lee
(2 votes, average: 3 out of 5)
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