Crimson Release

She sits on the floor tormented with pain.
The razor she used went straight to the vein.

Releasing her anguish she begins to slice,
cutting downward, now thats twice.

Trickling, streaming the blood begins to flow,
letting go of emotions in a way that you'll never know.

Deliverance, is what she desires,
cutting herself is all that she requires.

Piercing her skin, she cuts once more.
Contemplating another, then there was four.

Droplets of blood seep out from her skin,
wailing and weeping but only from within.

Effectively completing the task at hand,
knowing that you, you would never understand.

The immense pain that lives within,
and the incredible release she gets from cutting her own skin.