She tries to smile from ear to ear.
It's better than facing her biggest fears.
Her pain, her anxiety, her thought-filled mind.
Her smiles purpose, to try and hide.
She slashed her wrists with no regret and despair,
She turns to face the mirror in disrepair.
Her blood never clots, some drips to the floor.
She only wishes invisibility no more.
She screams and shouts, but no one can hear,
Her deepest of demons laughing at her tears.
She feels the pain run through her shredded wrists.
The bathroom heat turns to a mist.
She contemplates her next set of moves,
A blade, gripped in her hands, a feeling that soothes.
A/N-I'm sorry this one is so short but i haven't had a chance to sit down and really write. I hope you enjoy
