she picks up a small piece of glass
slowly tracing it across her arm
slicing deep into her skin, breaking it
only herself she wants to harm
blood flowing dripping onto the floor
alone she sits and she stares
as the blood drips out so does her pain
alone inside, she thinks no one cares
the flowing blood, the flowing pain
secret scars shes keeps
hidden scars hidden deep inside
outside she smiles, inside she weeps
do you know her, do you care
she hides her secrets, she hides her pain
can you help her, are you there
she hides her scars and she HAS a name
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