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Crimson streaks and ghostly white scars

Of words carved in flesh

And gashes that cause her to see stars

Spinning and spinning dizzily out of control

Cutting for each despair filled day

She is on a roll

Killing herself slowly

She knows she needs to stop

It is an addiction

And she feels it is impossible to stop

She opens up to a single person

When she feels she is on her own

Soon a whole network of support surounds her

And reminds her that she is not alone

They shower her with undying love and affection

From herself and those who hurt her

The give her protection

They can not make all the pain go away

But, they can help her

Through each day

With support and love

From family, friends, and strangers

Her addiction has come to an end

Away it will slowly fade

That will be the day

She writes on her arms

With a pen, not a blade

Using art to cover up the past...