Watch the blade as it glides across
freshly cleaned skin begging to give in.
Droplets form until heavily they roll
down her ankle into a crimson pool.

Emotions release with every slice,
giving way to what's tried and true.
Weight lifted off as if now she can breathe,
getting rid of all her enemies.

But the relief doesn't last and
the guilt comes rushing in.
It keeps telling her that escape
is just a shameful sin.

Now she's stuck in her emotions
once again begging to give in because,
being numb and running away
are the only things she has left to hold.