One...Two...Three...Four
watch the blood drip down on the floor
looking at her savior, the trusty blade
that comes each time she wants the pain to go away
She looked at her arm and saw the cuts she made
the numb feeling she longed for began to fade
looking in the mirror at her own reflection
what she saw was ugliness, weakness, less than perfection
In one swift motion she grabbed her blade and sliced
Five...Six...
her eyes were transfixed
then she got the feeling again
Seven....Eight...
they were full of such hate
with cuts so deep
she let out a small weep
she couldn't believe this is what it came to
In the back of her mind she knew what she had to do
Nine.....Ten...
Here's to hoping that this is the end.....