One Boy
As that cold razor slices through her skin all she can do is think her brain never stops saying that it should have never happened
She was so young but her hand keeps moving her mouth sealed shut as to prove they can't help anymore
Her brain keeps thinking
She can't get away from it the scars line her arm as if it was a piece of paper long slender lines going up and down
To and fro her brain says to stop he isn't worth it
But her heart keeps saying he should've listened
He should've understood
She thinks she needs to get away but her hand keeps moving across and across
Until she finds she can't handle it anymore
And her hand moves once again to go down down towards the horrid place
Where the veins sit
She realizes he will learn that when a girl says something he should listen
Deeper, deeper the razor burns until there is no more to cut
No more hurt
Her brain has stopped thinking, her heart has stopped hurting
The blood has poured all because of one stupid boy
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