Dealing with the Pain

Without them, I'd be far off worse.

Be six feet under, emotionless.

Without them, I would bottle it all inside

Exploding suddenly, shattering in all directions.

Needing somebody to help mend me together,

As I once was?

Not knowing where to turn…

Where, where can I turn?

All the doors are locked, the keys hidden from me.

My eyes, my hands and heart


See, touch or feel any other way to get through.

So she searches for her blade

Takes it to her wrist and then drags

It then starts dripping, but suddenly pours.

What other can I deal?

I'm the lost girl with the marks of