Soft skin, pale and creamy
now holds a thin line of blood.
The knife settles once again,
and more red lines the skin does bear.
Crimson fluid slowly drips off the porcelain of her arm.
Full red lips part as a quiet sob escapes them.
She is frightened by what she has done,
yet she knows she will do it again.
Iridescent tears well up in the corners of dull green eyes,
once bright with happiness.
Silently they fall as she puts the knife away,
only for it to be brought out again at the next burst of sorrow.
