Body trembling as I carfully remove the blade.
      Breath getting harder as I hold it in my hand.
          Release as I pull the blade through my frail skin.
             A sence of calmness as I watch the blood fall from the
                                                        fresh wound on my wrist.

Last night I lay awake.
with only the picture of his face.
I kept screaming but he wouldnt stop.
they asked if he hurt me..
I shook my head no.