She lies awake late at night, cutting and slicing. 
Hoping to remove all emotional pain... making it physical. 
Removing all thoughts of her life to just focus on the cuts.
Can she go on?  Can she keep living like this,
Living with the pain of her past and present? 

The thoughts run through her head: 
where she's been and where she's going.
Making the cuts deeper and wider with every slice of the razor. 
Does anyone notice her pain? 
Does anyone notice her soul is dying? 

Her eyes are dead when she looks at you. 
You just see straight through her, as if she's not there. 
Just a ghost of your past.  Just a memory... nothing more. 
Do you not notice her cries for help? 
Can you not see the tears she cries, the tears of agony?

She takes the blade and runs it across her skin. 
Piercing it hard and deep.
The pain inside has become too much to handle.
Emotions run wild.  Fear runs high.
What to do?  

No one notices her.
No one sees the agony she feels... 
the tears for help she cries.
The words she speaks are meaningless.
Can you not see that her soul is dying and she's crying for help?