Silence breathes life into a dark void
A dark void made for agony
A life worth suffering for
No longer able to survive
No chance of survival
In this torturous world
She take the knife and digs
Deep into her skin
Sitting, she's pouring tears
Beginning to bleed
She pierces the knife deeper
Only hoping for one thing
Hoping that the torture would end
Toture, pain, agony, anxiety
All caused by one person
The very person that should have loved her most
Tears pouring from her face
As she balls her fists
Blood pouring from her
Trickling down her arms
Hoping for death to overcome her
She closes her eyes
Praying for the torture to end
Her breathing begins to slow
Her heart rate speeds
The blade continuing to pierce her skin
Deepening the gashes
Blood seeping from her wrist
The silence only being interrupted by thoughts
"You worthless, good for nothing"
You truly are good for nothing
Can't even succeed in killing yourself
Believing what they've said
Only bringing her pain
A self hatred that no other emotion can pass
She subconsciously forces the blade deeper
First bringing pain, then a sweet pleasure
She looks down at her wrist
Truths still running through her mind
Tears dripping from her cheeks
A banging come from her door
She rolls down her sleeves
Throwing the blade across the bedroom
