A sickening feeling growing, consuming
A secret obsession, the temptation unbearable
"Easier than living, breathing, seeing..."
The voices have not stopped
They constantly urge, encourage
Still she does nothing
In the dead of night, she awakens
Small shadows have eyes, staring
She drowns within herself, not knowing where else to go
Fear evaporates and the voices grow
They have never pressed so harshly
She cannot scream, cannot breathe
A burning sensation occurs near her wrist
She tries to stop but fails
Deeper the cuts continue
She has no feeling, can barely see
The voices have stopped, she's finally free