She's proud of herself but she won't tell you why. It's been almost a week since she last even tried. But the voices won't stop and today they won. Will she go for a razor or end it all with a gun. After hours of crying and arguing with herself. She gives in and opens the hidden box on the shelf. Overwhelmed with emotions she selects her blade. Oddly delighted with the choice she's made. So once again she takes a razor to her vein. And without even flinching or feeling no pain. Well there is pain of course but it's mistaken for praise. She is lacking in judgement because the feeling of daze. She sits there emotionless blood pouring from her wrist. Giving into the feeling she so long resist. A smile crosses her face as it spills down her arm. She's caught up in the evil we know as self harm.
I’ll do whatever it takes just to see those baby, baby blue eyes;