Save Her

She
  can't
       take
           it
             anymore.
Falling.
       Deeper, deeper, deeper.
               Down, down, down.
                     Into the abyss.
The only thing to save her
is a small
         Silver
               Razor.
So she grabs it,
  holds on tight
  And glides it across her skin.
Watching
       As blood,
          crimson pain,
                Beads,
                      and runs
                              Down
                                  her
                                     wrist
                                     hip
                                     thigh