She reaches for the piece of glass,
kept hidden, so no one will know;
That she releases the sorrow within,
by watching her Crimson Blood flow.
She places the glass against her wrist,
as she softly begins to cry;
She presses down as hard as she can,
while her past replays in her mind.
“You’re a worthless, Human Being,
a Failure, Ugly and Dumb”;
Thus she slices through to her Artery's,
until every finger is numb.
The Blood flowing from her Wrist,
at last makes her feel satisfied;
For Cutting herself is the only thing,
she’s certain that she can do right.
Copyright © 2007 Jillian Alexis