Morning start.

She gets up and darts into the shower.
Back in the safety of her room she changes.
She catches a glimpse of her skin in the mirror,
covered in scratches and blood stains.
She stares harder at the reflection before her.
The she gently rubs her arm
it sends tingles of pain through her
She looks harder,
but she can't see,
frantically searching
at lasts she finds a spot
left arm at the back
ready, waiting for her
ready to comfort
ready to help
she gives in and cuts
the pain rushing through her
she forgets everything as the pain rushes to her arm.
After a few minutes she looks back at the mirror
and before she knows it she is frantically searching for an empty spot again.