her scars

showed what she'd

been through

it showed the

days she couldn't

bear to eat

even a single

serving

it showed the

days she

wept on the

floor, alone and

slightly high on

the thought of

death

it showed the

days

you saw her

wrists bleeding

ugly jagged lines

that ran

down the

length of her

pale arms

and still

you kept quiet

it showed the

days

charcoal and paint

were smudged onto

the tips of her

fingers

the day color

finally started

seeping back

into her life

it showed the

days

she got lost

and found