Badly bruised wrists of she
Were signs of the anger she got from he
She binged her wrists till they were to numb
She wished he hadn’t filled her with such glum
Every night before she went to bed
She would cut her wrists until the heavily bled
One night the p*ol of blood got to big
Yet deeper and deeper she did dig
She now sits perched in heavens way
Waiting for the day
That another girl will come as hurt as she
So she can help her out of this misery