She can feel it,
Creeping through her veins,
The feeling of in desire, worthlessness and pain.
Yet she sits smiling and laughing,
Until she's finally freed from the faking smiles.
Once alone,
She picks up the blade she hasn't held in awhile.
She's numb, weak, hardly breathing.
Her heart is racing, her eyes blurred, hands shaking,
Until the blade presses into her pure skin,
She tilts her head back and the feeling of relief takes over.
She places her old friend down,
Stares at her bleeding wrist.
She wishes the pain would stay away so she picks up her friend again.
She won't stop this time.
Not until the pain is gone.
"Finally" she's says taking her last breath.
