The Blood Escapes Poem by Nom Nom Nom

Blood runs down her wrists through the lines she's made
blood drips off the safetly blade
she makes sure its deep
and then she goes to sleep

The cuts are healing, so she'll reopen them all
still recovering from the horrible fall
she rubs body oil on the cuts to erase
so she can make new ones to replace

Line after line
she'll lie saying she's fine
they're made because of the horrible lies
she sits and makes them, while she cries
horrible life, how could it get better?
when does she not have to wear a sweater?
blood runs out sooner or later?
she has good friends and bad
plus she can't leave her mom and dad

~ Nom ~