I met a girl who hated the world
She used her body to sell her soul
Every time they'd break her and pay
Tear out her heart and leave her in pain
I never found out how she survived
All of the sadness she kept inside
I never found out how she could lie
With a smile on her face and the scratches she'd hide
You could love her, if you payed
You could have her everyday
You could love her, if you prayed
You could have her every way, oh
Down on her knees she wept on the floor
This hopeless life, she wanted no more
Dead in her mind and cold to the bone
She opened her eyes and saw she was alone
She never found out how much I tried
All of the sadness she kept made me blind
She never found out how much I cried
The rope so tight on the night that she died
My name is Gabrielle and I am twenty-eight years old. I began to self-injure at age fifteen -- so nearly thirteen years -- minus a two year period. This website was made to let self-injurers know that they are not alone and to help their friends and family learn more about self-injury and how it affects their loved one.