She sits in the shadows
Of her room and mind
She examines the white scars of her past
And the more recent streaks of crimson
She feels the steel against her wrist again
And prepares herself to feel again
The smooth slide of the blade
And the short sensation of control
She tells herself this will be the final time
The time she allows all her pain to flow out
A quiet voice whispers to her
"You need not bleed"
She begins to weep
The blade falls from her hand
As she falls to her knees
"For I have already bled for you"