Cuts
I could see that she had a purple cloak
over her feelings,
Constantly picked on with a wall over
her heart.
She went upstairs to her room,
grabbed her blade,
and cuts until she saw decadent red
streaming down her arm.
She covers up her cuts everyday,
afraid of what her parents might say.
She hides everything with
that power peach smile.
While she fights in her head,
"Push others away".