She's there
On the floor
Cold and
Passed out
She cuts
To make her feel
Like she belongs
In at least one place
Even in that place
Where she belongs
The pain is real
And it stings
But that pain
Reminds her
Why she's there
Sometimes she wonders
If she cut deep enough
Could she stay there
And forever feel
Like she belonged
In a world of death
Her own home...