Her Addiction

 
As she lay awake at night  
wanting to be the perfect one  
she looked at the blade in her hand  
not wanting to but needing to  
 
She took that blade across her wrist  
like it's cutting a tomato  
feeling the sting but not the pain  
getting the high but not the remorse  
 
She looked at her wrist with tears in her eyes  
wanting to feel that high again  
next thing she knew her blade was covered in her blood  
like dipped in red paint  
 
She went to the bathroom to stop the bleeding  
but it kept coursing out like a river  
that would eventually stop  
she tried to throw the blade away but  
she knew she needed it the next day