She sits in her room waiting for night,
she sits in silence until the sun has fallen
the day has left and the birds are asleep
the air is cool and the wind is calm
if you listen you can hear the sounds of sleep
if you look close you can see through the dark
she leaves her room
she enters the kitchen
the floor is cold, the smell of dinner still in the air
pots and pans are scattered, for where they didn't care
she opens the drawer
and pulls out a knife
she looks into the blade
she can see her tears fall
with her head hanging down
she walks up the stairs
she goes into her room
and locks herself in the closet
the blade is cold
as she cuts into her arm
the 1st cut isn't deep
the blood barely flows
the 2ed cut is deeper
her blood slowly surfaces
her tears fall harder
she doesnt know what to do
she wants to cut deeper
but then think about her life
Was it worth taking?
was ut worth keeping?
she takes the knife and drags it 1 more time
this cut is as deep and the 2ed
she leaves the closet and sits in her bed
contemplating a lie
she decides that her cat attacked her
the cat with one claw
she walks back down the stairs
and into the kitchen
the smell of dinner is gone
the pots and pans still about
she rinses off the knife
and puts it in the sink
she walks back up the stairs
and reenters her room
the sounds of sleep are quieting
the birds begin to chirp
she lays in her bed
and drifts off to sleep
