Cut

The girl sits on the tub side
Frightened and sad
As all of her emotions collide

Razor in hand
She shakes as she cries
She is so upset she can barely stand

She presses the sharp blade
Lightly to her soft flesh
She wants to but she is so afraid

Then she unwillingly thinks
Of all the pain she must always endure
Then she decide that this is her cure

She slides her hand and the blade across her thin wrist
There is no pain for an instant then it hits
The pain hurts so bad but it feels like she was kissed

She looks down at the cut
And sees all the blood
It sends an odd feeling right to her gut

She smiles through the pain
And the tears
And she thinks about that small little vein

One small cut and she could be gone
But she just hides the blade and covers wound
She thinks about her new escape she found

It is her new release
Release from her problems
And now she will start to increase

She knows it is wrong
If discovered she will be called names
But she doesn't care it makes her feel strong