• Alone in the room
    I pull out the blade
    And
    Sobbing
    Crying
    Dying
    I pull the blade across my skin
    Gasping
    At the unexpexted pain.
    As I watch
    The blood bloom
    I wonder what has happened
    To me
    The old me
    The happy me.
    All that is left is
    This empty shell
    Of a girl
    Trying to remember
    Who she once
    Was.