she's proud og herself but she won't tell you why it has now been a month since last she even tried but they voices won't stop today she still won she put down her razor and put down that gun
after hours of thinking to herself she goes and picks up her old friend from the shelf overwhelmed with emotions she picks up her blades and disposes her devils, drops the charade
for the first time in a while her lips crack to a smile this wont be easy but in the end it will be worthwhile her cuts will turn to scars and those scars will fade and this makes her feel stronger she's no longer afraid