It just keeps getting worse

She takes the knife and pulls it across her skin
It's her way of getting out, not of giving in
Letting the blood out
Is like letting her self free
The cuts unlock her anger
The knife acts like a key
She doesn't flinch or shut her eyes
She doesn't feel the pain
She knows that this is crazy
She's excepted she's insane
Maybe it's just for attention
Perhaps a cry for help
So why don't they jut notice her?
If she's ill, where's the cure?
If she's only lost, surely she can be found
If she stamps her feet hard enough
Will they find soil ground?
Sometimes she only does it because she needs help to breathe
The fact things will get better is so hard to believe
Because things just keep on getting worse
And she can't find a way out, she just can't leave
Though she'll never say it
It's help that she needs
But as she'll never find words to ask for it
She just sits
Watching her arm as it bleeds.