Slices

As she sits on her bed
thinking about her
friends and how it feels
like they've totally
completely and utterly
abandoned her
She decides to
look at her past
So she slowly pulls up
her sleeves and looks
at all of her scars
the scars are all she
has left from her cutting
She wants to die
and believes her only way
out is suicide
but doesn't try it
She at last decides that
she has to go back to cutting
because it's either hurting herself
or hurting someone she loves
so she walks down into the
basement and looks for a
blade or knife of some sort
she finds a razor blade and a tack
runs upstairs goes to
her room and locks the door
she sets the razor down
on her bed and sits....
starest at it for
a couple minutes
then picks it up
closes her heavy eyes
and says
"I'm sorry Lord"
puts it to her skin and pulls
in a downward motion
she sees the blood
and suddenly calms down
Goes to another spot
and does it again
it makes her feel
the way she's
supposed to feel
she puts the razor down
and looks at her
slices she says
that it doesn't matter
if no one cares
as long as she has her razor
she kisses her blade and
falls fast asleep
finally she feels normal again.