She's huddled in the corner,
There's blood all over the floor.
Her sleeves are soaking red,
and eyes welling up with tears.
Only hoping she's locked the door.

She's popping pills 'til midnight-
that's when she's out the window.
Running off to more secret delights
When warned this could be harmful-
her only thought, with a shrug,  is "so?"

Carrying razors in her pocket,
for quick releases in the bathroom stall,
Always wearing those long sleeves...
But all the questions are squashed-
With glares while she's slipping through the hall.

Dried blood on her school books,
Empty pill bottles under her bed.
She always thought of the best lies- escapes-
So no one worried about what was going on-
What was going on inside her head.

Each night was filled with partying,
Each night was filled with pain.
The game was getting nowhere fast-
but she didn't feel the need to stop
No one ever saw her complain.

The nights were crying, bleeding- screams,
Wicked thoughts brew deep with in-
too many pills, a bottle of 'V'
The everything had led her-
Led her to that perfect sin.