standin alone

To any other,
But one girl,
The mixture of
Blood,
And metal,
Is a nightmare.
It keeps parents awake
At night,
As they toss,
And turn -
Anxious;
Afraid.
It's a reality
To today's teenager -
The cuts
On their wrists,
The pain
In their hearts,
The attention
Around them.
But for some,
A very small amount,
It's a determination;
A goal.
It's treated
With ease
And delicacy -
Not to be taken lightly,
But with seriousness.
And for this one girl -
This determination;
This goal -
Is her world.
Her life.
She cuts
Only once
And deeper
Than any other.
She watches
As the blood drops
Taking the pain,
Of her heart,
With it.
For one girl
It represents
Peace,
Freedom;
A new beginning.