A Routine Night

It's difficult to describe that feeling, the feeling of the blade.
The way it caresses your skin only to leave scars to fade.

It makes it's own way down across the wrist so bare, leaving the girl gasping for air.

With a push and a twist it goes right in, with blood dripping on the floor again.

This girl that felt all the pain, now takes it all within her vein.

It's hard to explain why she would do this, but for her the world does not spin with bliss.

It's hell out there, a hell she is trying to escape, but there's no end to the nightmares of the rape.

It may not be her fault, it may not be because of her, but because of him her life's a blur.

She walks into her room with a towel around her arm, just one of the difficulties of hiding self-harm.

She falls asleep crying like all the nights before, while the blade waits for tomorrow within her drawer.