Plagued by the past, she's brought to her knees
Trapped within the skin that held her down
Only her breath could escape past her defeated frown
Help was a word she refused to say
Help was a wish she made every day
She searched for strength in things that were dark
Carved secrets that fade but leave their mark
She knew where pain self inflicted could lead
Her expression twists from grief as she starts to bleed
She pictures the blood as she closes her eyes
Drips from her wounds took the place of her cries
With the kiss of peace from a blade, she rests on the floor
Embracing the pain that passes, then rises for more
She slipped away from all the demons she faced
The crimson she drew was all she could