Drip
Rip
Slash
Ache
Searing
Burning
Red.

Cold. she looked up. she knew where she was. But wished she wasn't. Her arm ached. Now that she thought about it her hole body ached.
Her hands felt stiff. Like there was something stuck to them. And of course. There was.
Half awake, her head spinning she noticed first her legs. The blood had dried by now smeared all down her left thy and calf. And there among the thirty or so new deep cuts to her leg lay the words that so often filled her mind.
"No one would miss you. No one cares"
The words aren't as deep
Because they hold hurt no amount of cutting will ever match.
the deep hollow kind.
She remembers doing it all
and feel so empty
so indifferent
she hadn't passed out.
Nor had she just awoken.
Well not in the sense you think
She had simply awoken from the dull, numb mindless state of self hate and worthlessness she falls into when she cuts.
And now shes back, and is aware of whats shes done. she stares.
simply not caring anymore
And falls asleep. tears she didnt even know she had shed, sticking her face to the bed. for she hadn't even bothered to adjust herself so that she was in the bed properly. she just lay where she sat.

and yes in time people will see her scars.
But they will never know her deepest secret
That underneath how much she hates her scars. And how much she regrets them.
she thinks they're beautiful. and doesn't regret a single one not really, not ever.