The dark eerie chill sweeps across her back,
Lit candles on all tables,
giving off a slightly tinted glow.
Crimson liquid flowing across a young girls wrist.
Just another mistake.
Just another flaw.
The candles glow,
helps the single murky tear shine.
It races across her cheek,
staining a black trail behind.
Uncontrollable tears fall from her face.
"Not again" she whispers,
as she grabs a small matacllic object.
A twisted smile appears,
on such a sweet blameless face,
while she thrusts the razor into her skin.
Draging it along as if it were a painting,
so carfully plotting her next cut.
So cautious of not to run into any older cuts, or scars.
They are such a sacred bliss to carry.
But not to forget she is just the same as all of them,
another tragedy.
Just another one who wishes for perfection.
And when she seeks it,
It only kills her more deeply than any one could imagine.
Yes, we know we heard it all.
"I'm afraid there is no cure for her, she's just
helpless." they say.
They look at her with disbelief in their eyes,
"How could she let it get this far?"
Just another simple answer,
like all the other ones.
Her all time beloved answer,
"I'm not sure"
They only give cold, cruel, wicked, laughs,
"Now now, you don't want to be getting to caught up in her,
well, she will only bring you down too!"
Such a pitty,
they will never know.
The true hurt the young girl went through.
Oh no, they will never see.
Because the words they said to her,
It escorted her to her grave.

 
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