a silver blade.
a frowning face.
thick, straight lines.
no more space.
blood stained sleeves.
a burning ache.
you roll them up.
your hands, they shake .
one last cut.
a few more pills.
you pull the trigger.
and it kills.
your mom, she cries.
your dad just stands.
stares down at your body.
holding your moms hand.
they've lost their baby.
they watched her fade.
and to think it all started.
with a silver blade.
