star dust and waterfalls; a dream never come true

Save Her Before Its Too Late

Her blood
all over the sink
She looked down
at the mess she made

Her wrists
scarred, invisible words indented
in her skin
the memories that never seem to fade

Her soul
was lost and never
found, the darkness
She was living in the shade

Her pencil sharpeners
were always broken they
"Fell on the ground, Got lost some how"
maybe they were just hidden

She wore long sleeves or
hoodies
Hoping that no one would notice
or that maybe they would

The blood pouring from her
skin was a feeling
you cannot understand

She just wanted to die
But not as much
As she wanted to be saved