It's not a cry for help
It's the way so many
turn to just so they
will be able to cope.
It's not a cry for attention
All the blood that
Could be falling down
My already scared wrist
It's not a cry for sympathy
I know you feel sorry
That I feel the way i do
When the blade goes to my wrist
It's not a cry for anything
If anything it could just
Be a plea for all the pain
We hold inside to fly away.
-Janessa Smith
copyright May 5th