Breathe. [Tony Perry]

She's proud of herself, but she won't tell you why. It's been a week since she last even tried. But the voices won't stop, and today they won. Will she go for a razor, or end it all with a gun? After hours of crying and arguing with herself, she gives in and opens the hidden box on the shelf. Overwhelmed with emotions, she selects her blade, oddly delighted with the choice she's made. So once again, she takes the razor to her vein, and without flinching, or feeling no pain. Well, there is pain of course, but it's mistaken for praze. She's lacking in judgement, because the feeling of daze. She sits there emotionless, blood pouring from her wrist. Giving into a feeling she's so long resist. Smile on her face as it spills down her arm, She's caught up in the evil, we all know as self-harm.