She was proud of her self. She didn't say why but it had been over a week. She hadn't even touched her blade. But today she grabbed it with shaky hands and pressed into her skin. She flinched at the feeling of it biting into her soft pale skin. When she pulled the blade away to see the blood beeding up on her hip she smiled so slightly it wasn't even able to be seen. But then it hit her. She broke her promise yet again. With fave in her hands starting to cry she drops her blade and shakes her head. "I didn't mean to" She whimpers out as her eyes burn from the salty tears. "I never mean to" She crys before curling up and falling asleep the blood still drips slowly from her skin.
