I never thought I'd be one of those girls who
Cuts
But when I'm all alone
Thinking about the past
Thinking about you
It hits me like hail smashing a car window
So little but has so much affect
I lay there crying
Having no escape from my own mind
Thinking death
Then the blade has so much peace
so claiming that first cut
Then another
The hail stops and the sun comes out
Everything is okay again
I become me again for a little while
Until that storm comes again
Until my mind starts thinking about how much I hate myself
The hail comes back
The helpless car  becomes
Smashed again.