her pure white skin
dyed with blood
and it had been
her first cut

she sat in the bathroom
music blasting through her earphones
her mind cluttered
she craved the security of death
yet she wanted to live

no one would know
she would mask the ache
keep a straight face

she knew her life was cut short
with that first stroke of the razor

that first cut
turned her into a down spiral
of gloom and terror
a mixed drink
of torment and limitations

but no one care
she just wanted one thing
she wanted to be free

*and she got her wish