on a ward, for the mentally ill
where the old man thinks he's the fool on a hill
I saw a young woman, her arms all cut
the scars formed the letters s.l.u.t
her long red hair matched the new wounds that bared her name
on the other arm were faded scars much the same
why did she did do it? maybe pain is all she knew?
had control over a feeling that reminded her of something new?
looking like the world had deserted her heart
a cry for help? or just another self harming alert?
I wanted to go up to her, say she is not alone, not to blame
that I have seen and worked with others that feel her pain
say that she is not a freak, I understood that I worked with many
wanted to tell the Story of someone I knew called Penny
but I had another client to see, and I walked on by
so I write this to say sorry to those, who sit alone and cry.