She lays alone in her room
haunted by the voices in her head
she picks up her only comfort, her razor
she holds it against her wrist
flirts with the idea
fantisies what she could do with one little stroke
she runs her lips across her arm
she closes her eyes and pushs down with the little razor
deeper and deeper she goes
harder and harder she pushes
blood flows out of her body
the voices go quiet and the pain gets louder
she smiles, knowing the voices are leaving
if only for a moment
she doesnt feel useless
she doesnt feel pathetic
the voices have gone. .
