The cold metal felt good against her skin
The cut felt even better.
As the blood rushed out,
so did her emotions.
She would sit and cry in the corner
wrap the cloth around her wrists
regret what she just did,
not able to take it back,
she would cry even more.
Then out would come the rage,
She'd slice her arms
and then her legs
till blood filled the bathroom floor.
The only one who cared
would come pounding at the door,
He'd see the tear-stained face and bloody body
against the wall.
He's rush to her and hold her in his loving arms,
tell her that it'll be okay and kiss her on the cheek,
try to stop the bleeding
becuase he's the one who cared.
She's embarassed that he sees her like this
but there's nothing she can do.
She can see the fear in his eyes
and out comes more tears.
He cried along with her
and whispers a simple
"I love you."