She's proud of
herself,but she won't tell you why,
it's been almost a week since she last even tried,
but the voices don't stop, and today they
won,
will she go for a razor, or end it all with a
gun?
~~~
After hours of
crying and arguing with herself,
she gives in and opens the hidden box on her shelf,
overwhelmed with emotions, she selects her blade,
oddly delighted with the choice that she's
made.
~~~
So once
again, she takes a razor to
her vein,
and without even flinching, or feeling any
pain,
well,
there is pain of course,
but it's
mistaken for
praise,
she is lacking in judgement & feeling quite
dazed.
~~~
She sits there emotionless, blood pouring from
her wrist,
giving into the feeling she's
so long resist,
a smile crosses her face as it spills
down her arm,
she's caught
up in the evil we know as self
harm.
