One cut.
She said she'll try.
A little bleed.
A grin appears.
A heart beat race.
She caught the razor
Making pain spread
on her wrists, she
draws emphatically .
A tear escaping
on her hand,
Shattering blood.
She inhales, but
She is unable to
catch her breath.
But the urge grows.
And the pain fades.
Deeper and deeper,
Inserting it searching
Oblivious that,
The trouble was gone
Long ago , before
She too was gone.
