Edge

• Brittany-paige Cugliari, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2009

Near the time of sun up
Time to run and hide again
She re apllies he make up
Fretting another day

Her tearstained face goes unnoticed
Like the patterns under her sleeve.
She hurts herself so others can't
Nobody ever sees

The pain she hides behind a smile
Or the way she really feels.
But this time she's cut too deep
soon she'll be dead for real

As a pool of blood spills onto the ground
She screams out loud inside
None of this would she go through
If you simply took her side