The blood flows from her vein, dripping to the floor like rain.
She feels emotions pour, spilling from her core, and she’s alive.
She covers up her arms and pretends she’s done no harm.
She hides her face each day, and everyone thinks that she’s okay, but they will never see the pain. Scars on the body of a sad, sad soul. Evil eyes bearing into her like hot coal. Tonight she will go home and cry, and cut away another piece of her life.