Her skin

Each slit is a deadly risk
The pain she writes on a list
Her pen a blade, her paper her wrist
While she writes, she clenches her fist

"It doesn't hurt" She says
While the tears she sheds
Alone in her room in her bed
Not another word to be said

She goes to school the next day
Only, she feels the same way
Carving into her lunch tray
"They made my bed, and here I lay"

She's given up all thought
A broken girl the world forgot
She walks slowly down the hall
She presses her back against the wall

She takes a final look in the mirror
It's time at last to disappear
She smile that the race is run
She laughs at the girls who had their fun

She takes the blade and holds it tight
Maybe now she could get it right
"Across the lake, not down the river"
She remembers this saying, it makes her quiver

She cuts down deeper and deeper
Her strength dimming weaker and weaker
In death, she couldn't be more sane
At long last, no more pain