A Cut Of Blood, A Sparkle In The Eye.

Alone in the dark,
She weeps to herself.
She holds the blade close to her wrist.
A tear slides down her cheek.
Making her weep.
 She's feeling weak.
The pain takes over.
 The blade begins to hover.
It touches her  soft skin.
 It gives her shiver.
She presses hard, as the blade slides across.
She can feel the blood, dripping down her wrists.
Just another cut, the pain will be over.
 She tells herself, it will never end.
The hate, the pain, all the shame.
She watches the blood, with a sparkle in her eye,
 Waiting for the day,
the pain decides to die.