Trigger Warning*

She sits home alone at night
Silently listening to her demons' fights
She's on the verge of tears
Thinking of her deepest fears
Her demons are loud
They sit around her head like a cloud
Razer blade to the right
Bottle of pills to the left
She picks one up
Then sets it down
She picks the other up
Her mind is so clouded
They both look the same
Both a way out
Both a way to ease the pain
She only knows she now has the blade
By the way the light
Sparkles off the crisp, sharp, edge
I like to draw* she thinks
Art is beautiful
She slowly drags the cold metal across her skin
Once, twice, three times, four, five,
She stops
Looks at her master piece
And says
*Now I'm beautiful, too