She has the heated lighter
To her flesh once more
She puts herself through pain
A pain she can control
She's ready to meet life's end
As she presses the razor
Into her young wrist
She's about to go up river
But the loud ring of the her phone
Breaks her concentration
"This will be the last person I talk to"
The first thing that came from the other end
The first words that her mother spoke to her in years
The first light to her dark world
Were the words "I'm pregnant"
She put the razor down
Never to return to it again
A/N this was what happened when I was nine
