blood running down her arm
red thick blood hitting the floor
the pain she cant feel anymore

tightens the grip of  the knife
deepens the cut
she cries so hard
yet no one comes

she takes the knife away
moving it up her arm
clean white skin
just began getting red

she is as deep as she will go

cleans the knife, hides it away
grabs the blood stained shirt
cleared the floor clean
does so with her arm

she now covers up and sleeps
one last night
fool of fright