A Dark Secret

Not angry, just sad and very distraught,
And the way she vents and cures all ills is nothing to brag about,
She keeps this method a dark disclosed secret,
She would never dream of letting her secret out.

The vehicle she uses to cure all ills,
Is a stainless steel razor blade,
And as she drags it deeply across her skin,
All of her problems seem to fade.

As her crimson blood drips from her wounds,
She doesn't moan or make a sound,
But breathes deeply and forces a smile,
And wipes the tears away as she cleans the blood from the ground...

This mode of torture or "outlet" as she prefers,
Continued for a good five years,
The pain she no longer feels, the cuts got longer and deeper,
And she no longer sheds any tears.

But then one day her secret got out,
When she accidentally dug too deep,
Her precious blood formed in puddles on the hardwood floor,
And the girl permanently fell asleep.

"The story I tell you,
 Is in no way a lie,
The life that God gave you is precious and sweet,
And that's not the way you should die..."

Self mutilation isn't the way to cure depression, and it may not hurt you, but it does hurt those around you. – Think About It!

The Loveless Angel™...

     Composed By:
          Stephen M. Brown