Bleeding Cuts
by Jessica Cardoza
(New Jersey)
She's all alone in the empty world.
And all you can hear is her cry for help. Each cut on her arm represents something that only she knows. No one seems to understand her, and she feels like she's fighting for her own life. But even though she feels like this she hides it with a smile and says ''everything's okay.'' People seem to believe but only her herself knows it isn't true. The blood still dripping off her arm looks like a deep velvet red that has death written all over it and her tears of sorrow are really the only thing that she has. Still crying, she stares at the silver blade, taunting her as if the world wanted her to be gone and she's stuck between two horrible paths called life and death. The moment's gone and the red velvet blood forms a puddle which is the only thing left of her. Till this day on you can hear her cry for help and still it reaches no one.
