She weeps on the floor, a makeup smeared mess.
she scratches at her arms with her nails, full of stress.
she doesnt know why, but the pain is helping.
her brain is reacting to this method of coping.
she stops her tears, and scrathes more, till her arms are red and sore.
She comes in from school, its been a bad day.
she opens her drawer, and pulls out the scissors again,
she drags it across her wrist, again and again.
this isnt helping, as it did before.
She slams her door from the argument.
and grabs the sharp pin thats holds her skirt together.
she stabs it into her wrist, and pulls it across,
again and again she cannot stop.
till she sees blood flow, then she smiles.
relief washes over slowly, but it'll leave in an hour.
She walks in her room, grabs what shes craved all day.
a velvet box, full of razor blades.
she slides it on her skin, slitting instantly.
the blood flows as she sits, feeling dizzy.
She crys, and the razor is useless
she grabs a knife, and stabs it in,
dragging it up