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Cassidy Fohs

Nobody Knew Her Secret

There's a girl I knew
A lot she went through
How she dealt with the pain
Was a knife to her vein
Nobody noticed the slits
From her shoulders to her wrists
No one would understand why
She carved into her thighs
She wore jeans and long sleeves year round
Her face was usually in a frown
She was good at the task
Of always wearing a mask
She knew when to laugh and smile
Even though she hadn't been happy in a long while
She had a few friends
All the way till the end
She became more quiet and shy
As the months went by
Her smiles were quite rare
People barely noticed she was there
She became more down from the weather
We stopped seeing her all together
Turns out she cut her wrists to deep
To much blood did seep
No one could understand why she did this
Or how a knife could bring her bliss
No one could make sense
Of why her life she didn't want hence
The knife to her vein
This was how she dealt with pain
She was so small and daint
The scars she had were faint
Maybe she started then stopped
Maybe the knife she dropped
Who's to say
How she lived out those days
I know she left a note
Enough was not said or wrote
To explain why she did this
Or why a knife gave her bliss
And why opening a vein
Helped her rid of her pain

Submitted: Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 25, 2013
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