The tears streamed down her face.
Much like the blood trickling down her forearm.

Put down the blade darling.

You're worth more than that.

I know they get to you, can't you see though? One persons pain is another's gain. You're giving them what they want.

She takes a breathe, suddenly the release hits her as she takes another strike, the sink begins to flood. With tears or with blood?

Suddenly as she is about to collapse, she regrets her relapse.

Her body caresses the floor, like road **** on a motorway, except she's much more beautiful.

Daddy kicks the door, he begs and pleads, he screams out in pain, but he's too late, the blade hit her vain.

Goodbye.
Goodbye.