cuts

Lipstick stains
On the filter,
Blood stains,
On the towel.

She never wanted
This to happen,
She never wanted
It to go this far.

She reaches for
Her blade,
Thinks of every mistake
Shes made.

Too weak to grip,
Too upset to stop.

No one sees whats
Really going on,
No one knows
Until its too late.

Hush little baby
It'll be okay,
Speak real slow,
Call out to someone.

Let someone know
Of the pain you feel,
So someone can show
You you're too young to kill.