Self-Harm Poem by Lady N

Blood drips from the blade, down onto the floor,
The cutting eases the pain, she wont suffer anymore,
The blade is her best friend, it is the one that she trusts,
The one that she can turn to, if life ever becomes to much,
The blade rips through her skin, tearing into her flesh,
The one that she leans one, to whom she can confess,
All her secrets to, when life becomes to hard,
It protects her from all harm, for the blade it is her guard,
The anger piles up, builds up deep down inside,
She wont's to let it out, so the blade she will confide,
Long colored t-shirts, to cover up her arm,
Cover up the bruises, cover her self-harm,
Cover up the anger, the tears, all of the lies,
To fix her shattered heart, and stop her as she cries,