The Window

She sat in the window

looking out at the rain

She held a knife to her arm

And lit a candle near by

She bit her lower lip

And drank the blood that fell

She saw her mother's car

She wiped the tears from her face

Blew out the candle 

Cleaned off her blade

She covered her arm

And smiled through her haste

The window is the sorrow, 

That she sits in 

The rain is the pain,

that surrounds her thick and thin

The knife is her hope,

she presses it close

The candle her life,

That sat there and died

The blood is her happiness,

she drank fully of it

Her mother is her fear,

She hid all from this.