Misplaced Tears

The razor mends her broken heart
As it tears through her willing flesh
Making new scars on her fragile wrist
The pain reacquainted and fresh

She cries for you occasionally
The tears run down her face
And she sheds for you those crimson tears
Tears so out of place

Your hateful words ring through her mind
Controlling the blade on her wrist
As she opens her skin to release the pain
With tightly clenched teeth and fists

She can't help but to picture your face
As the tears run down her arm
Because she cries for her innocence stolen away
And your words that did the harm

by carmenjones
posted on 04/12/2007