She swore all was fine;
Thought she was alright.
Sure, some days were dark--
At times, there was light!
The light came and went,
like a Christmas tree.
Fooled by the flashes,
She dreamed she was free.

And, so, one by one,
each light faded out.
Soon there was nothing;
Abandoned with doubt.
Desperate and alone,
In search for light missed,
All she could find were
more scars on her wrist.