She Sits In Her Room Poem by Carly Peisley

She sits in her room, the razor in hand
She overhears the screaming, not again
Sometimes it gets so bad
The screams from her mum & dad
She sits in her room, hands over ears
Singing aloud, chasing away fears.
She wants it to stop
To make it go away
But she needs someone to help
Chase the grey clouds away
The cutting - it helps
It makes her feel strong
The bleeding, the pain
It doesn't last long
She needs to feel loved
And above all whole
This is the reason she
Crawls into a ball
She reaches for the knife
It's just out of reach
She lets out a sigh
Of pain & defeat
She picks it up
Reaches for the mirror
So she can see the result
That she is a winner
As it slices her wrists
She supresses a moan
The tears slide down silently
She's no longer alone
Knowing there is nothing
That she can do anymore
She sits in her room
While the tears pour.