Scream and Shout

She cuts her arms, as norm

And wears long sleeves once more

But I can't ask 'where from'

For I now see no more

Its Christmas, yes, oh happy days

But a smile don't cross her face

For she cuts, she starves, and moves away

What a darling face. 

I scream and shout

For it's Christmas yet again

She cuts her arm and slips a cry

Her scars well hidden in vain