Don't ask her

There she sits,
In the bath tub,
Water over her head,
Trying to drown out the sounds of the world,
Comes up choking,
Spitting,
Don't ask her if she's crying,
She'd just be lying,
Through the water cascading down her face,
But the pain doesn't go away,
Even when she's bleeding,
Dying the water red,
And the knife sits with her,
Her only other companion,
Is the derisive voice in her head.

~Rei Shiori