A smile crosses her face

She’s proud of herself but she won’t tell you why
It’s been almost a week since she last even tried
But the voices don’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 her shelf
Overwhelmed with the emotions she selects her blade
Oddly delighted with the choice that she’s made

So once again she takes a razor to her vein
And without even flinching or feeling no pain,
Well, there is pain of course but its mistaken for praise
She is lacking in judgment because the feeling of daze

She sits there emotionless, blood pouring from her wrist
Giving into the feeling she’s so long resist
A smile crosses her face as it spills down her arm
She’s caught up in the evil we know as self harm

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