One Day

She sees its gleam,
The shining silver of her dangerous friend,
She tries to dismiss its existence,
But it seems to attract her eyes,

For a minute she just stares,
It has a power that draws in her soul,
She looks down at her scars,
She will not succumb to this want,
She is stronger than that,

She closes the drawer and stares into the mirror,
In her head she repeats, ''I won`t do it;
I will stay strong'',

She turns to walk away,
Leaving her only friend alone again,
She stops almost as if her body is possessed,
She turns around and walks back to the drawer,
She will just hold it-then put it back,
Yes, that is what she will do,

She picks up the blade,
She stares at her desire with wanting eyes,
She adjusts her hand to get the right grip,
Then slides it gently across her skin,
It feels so comforting-so relaxing,

She picks it up off her skin,
Telling herself ''no'' in an un-quavering voice,
She makes the motion to drop the blade into its rightful spot,
But loses this struggle,

She then slides it across her skin with hatred,
Letting her pain be released,
Watching the blood arise from where the blade has just been,
She drops the blade back into the drawer with shameful satisfaction,
Closing the drawer she once again conceals her addiction,
One the she always loses the fight to overcome,
But one day she will win the battle,
One day...