She faces choice
She wants to be who she was
The torment isn’t gone, she expected it to
Evaporate, over time
Time has passed, and it still resides inside
There is one way out
She wants to **** it all away

Sharp objects, broken mirrors
A hatred of self-identity,
Hate her, Scar her, Erase her
White, ****** flesh, covered in sickly red lines
Carve, cut and bleed
This will erase
All pain

The blade, slowly ripping through
Digging down deeper, exposing that which sleeps;
Within, it pours out of her
The blood cleansing, she slips away
Euphoric, she is the creator
Of her very own
Catharsis