Blood dripped from her pale arm
it was the darkest shade of red she had ever seen.
the cut was deep,
the deepest cut she had ever made.
she felt the pain,
but it was a pain she could control,
she could cause it and end it when ever she wanted.
except this time her cut was to deep
and in the perfect place, two inches up her wrist
a horizontal cut about three centimeters deep.
she finished her cut and dropped the razor blade to the floor,
shortly after her body followed.
that was the cut she had been waiting for,
her last cut,
the cut that would finally put her to rest.
*R.I.P*
-A.L.B
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