She looks around to find the blade. 

The one she uses as the shade for her pain.

As she picks up the blade, she whispers to herself, "I'm such a screw up."  

She wanders why she was allowed to grow up. 

So she uses the blade across her skin

as the tears roll down her delicate face. 

She looks up and she yells, "God, why?!" 

When the blood leaks, 

another scar starts to peak. 

She's trapped and broken like a fallen glass. 

She hurts inside but stops the cries.