Cuts

Take the knife,
To make a slice.
Pop the pills,
Cause the feeling is nice.

Blades threaten to cut,
Tears threaten to fall.
Withdraw herself from others,
She doesn't care so f_ck them all.

One cut here,
One cut there.
Deeper and deeper in,
Without a single care.

Drop after drop,
Made by the blood-stained blade.
Losing focus,
As her world begins to fade.

She bleeds in pools,
Dying slowly from within.
Each cut brings her closer,
To her vivid little dream.

One day she cut too deep,
Growing cold and weak.
Taking her last breath,
Before she slips into eternal sleep...