Disbelivelly Beliving... Poem by Saint Cynosure

She's lost in pain again,
her hurt just seems won't end,
she takes the razor by her bed,
and carves upon her skin.
This cut brings relief,
not like what lies beneath.
That she has felt for many years,
yet no one else can see.
The torment of molested past,
so brutally dispaired,
Many people look away,
that just choose not to care.
She hates herself by reason,
trust never should be treason.
Every carve that brings a scar,
distrustfully is leaving,
disbelivelly believing...