Depths. -POETRY-

Pain.

Groans of pain,
Screams of agony.
Why, why?
She thought.
Why me?

She looked into the mirror,
With no emotion in her.
Blankly, she took her toy.
And slid it across her wrist.
Red blood dripped on her thin thighs.
As she sighed in content.
Alas, she felt something.
The shell of her,
Was still alive.

She looked at the oozing red liquid,
Which was dripping down her thighs.
She curled in a ball,
And watched the liquid,
Drip down to waste.
It was merely for her comfort,
For the toy showed her an emotion,
That she was the most familiar with.
Pain.