Empty

A girl sits alone
In an empty room
Her thoughts race through her head
She can barely see through her tears
Sitting silently on the floor
Knowing she wouldn't feel anything
She gets her blade from its hiding place
She rolls up her sleeve
Exposing skin
She drags the blade across her wrists
Going deeper
Over
and
Over again
The pain it brings can not compare
To the pain in her heart
She knows the joy will soon be there
It's worth the scars that never heal
To not have to feel anything
Except the pain
And the blood
Running slowly down her wrist