She chokes out a feeble
"I'm okay."
Blinks her bloody tears away.
Eventually the knocks at the door go away.
She looks at her wrists,
Bloody, but beautiful.
Looks at her stomach;
Bruised&scarred;
her visions blurry as she puts down the razor;
done for forever.
The last time she'll cut.
The deeper the better.
Falls on her bed;
weak and weary.
Cries herself to bed;
her eyes grow teary.
"I'm ok. Ok. Ok I'm fine.
So much better than
friends of mine.
Just some blood;
Just some cuts.
Just my body.
Ok. I'm ok."
Her sheets stain red;
Her eyes roll back,
her body grows limp.
"The last time I cut"
She chokes.
"The deeper the better."
She laughs.
"The last time I cut;
Oh deeper. dig. deeper. in"
Her eyes close;
her face a deathly white;
Her breath goes shallow;
The razor falls to the floor
with a clatter;
She smiled serenly;
in the bloody mess;
a murder scene it was;
even she would confess.
The last words she utter;
the last her voice was heared;
"I'm ok"
&she meant it.
