Crying Scarlet Tears.

[So I wrote this poem because I was bored and I have just recently read a book about a girl who cut herself.
I DO NOT DO THIS. So don't like freak out.]

The beads of blood,
the stains in her heart,
She cover the scars,
To her it’s an art.

The pain,
the pain's so strong.
The blood’s running down her arms.
She knows this is wrong.

She feels so deserted,
She feels so alone
The pain drives her insane
It makes her feel numb.

If only she was loved.
If only she didn’t feel so alone.
If only she had friends.
If only somebody had known.

She’s trying just to get away,
Hiding herself from the world.
She’s trying to make it all better,
She’s just a poor, poor girl.

She hide it each day, every day she lives,
Just hoping no one will find out.
She doesn’t do it to die, she just does it to let go,
Through all of this pain she just wants to shout.

She wants to shout this secret
Hoping it’s not something she’ll regret.