The blade lingers upon her skin,
tears come but do not last.
The blood creeps to the surface,
and for a moment, she forgets her past.
As she stares into the dark red liquid,
she wonders why it does not hurt.
She thinks of deadly things, knowing
suicide is not something with which you should flirt.
But it was so intriguing,
as she sits there with nothing to live for,
the option within her reach,
all she had to do was cut once more.
So she presses hard this time,
and makes a wide incision,
the blood flows darker now,
There will be no tomorrow to regret her decision.
 
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