Cutter

This poem is about a girl who cuts herself.

Cutter
she used to just cry
but now she self harms
a razor cuts a few small slits
the blood trickles down her arms
her tears are red
but tears dont fall from her eye
the tears are blood
this is her way to cry
had her heart been broken?
is it bruised or scarred?
we might never know
finding out would be hard
shes sad inside
though she might not say
she wears long sleeves
but the pain shows anyway
her hair now blackend
her clothes are too
shes been depressed a while
her parents never knew
she cuts again
this time too deep
she has now put herself
in an eternal sleep.