Never again,
She promised herself.
It won't happen again.
But it's all on repeat,
Because she's crying again.
And this time she can't stop.
One mark, two marks, three.
How many does she need?
The red is getting bigger,
and the pain is getting smaller.
How much can she bleed?
Four marks, five marks, six.
This one's for her mom,
and this one's for her "friend".
Each and every lie,
combined to little red lines.
When one tear hits the floor,
She knows that it's the end.
Just one more time,
is the lie she tells herself.
One, two, three...
and I'll be free.
One mark, one too many.
One she didn't need.
The red is pooling up,
and her life is going out.
She didn't want to bleed.
One last mark,
that will mark the end.
