Cutting

She watches blood slowly fall from her wrist onto the floor while tears stream down her cheeks. She wants to stop, but everytime she tries something else happens that makes her turn right back to the blood stained blade.
She covers the scars with long sleeved shirts and braclets hiding them from friends and family, not wanting them to worry.
She is ashamed of what her life has become always turning to the blade for comfort.
she wonders when the small thread holding her pitiful life together will finally break.