With all the strife
And all the pain
She feels there's nothing
Left to gain
She sits in her room
And stares at the knife
Thinking about how much
She hates her life
She thinks about the pain
She's about to relieve
Her mouth sets in a grim line
She rolls up her sleeve
She makes the first cut
And lets out sighs
Already feeling better
From watching the crimson bubble arise
Memories flash through her mind
And she begins to cry
All the while wishing
She'll cut too deep and die
As she remembers those hurtful words
A second cut appears
"Go pop a few more, no one cares, die!"
She lets out an endless stream of tears
She slices and dices
Up her wrists
And she clenches her hands
Into tightly closed fists
She stares at the blood
Finally feeling alive
But hates the feeling
And doesn't want to survive
So she cuts deeper and deeper
Covered in crimson tears
No longer caring about
How much the pain sears
She's mesmerized and staring
At the beautiful destruction
Feeling better with every second
Since she succumbed to the knife's seduction.
Silver trophy winner
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