Deeper Than the Knife

Crystal tears run down her face

As she holds the knife in her hand.

She hesitates and the blade hovers over her wrist.

Slowly, slowly she brings it down...

And drags it across her arm.

A line of crimson follows the blade.

Not a sound escapes her mouth

As the blood drips to the floor.

More tears join the puddle of blood.

She sways as too much blood leaves her body.

Another girl rushes in to watch the light leave her eyes

As she realizes one horrible truth too late:

Her words had cut deeper than the knife.