she looks in the mirror, her pulse becomes faint
what she sees is only what her mind can project
she sees herself, alone and quaint
wonders if she did it, who would it affect
she slowly pulls back her dark black sleeve
and puts the blade to her silky skin
rumors cross her mind that she shouldn’t believe
and she realizes this is a battle that she just won't win
rumors and reality come to a close,
she slides the sharp edge along her vein
the dark red liquid drips on the petal of a rose,
her eyes close and she falls from the pain
becoming almost completely drained of life
she wakes up from this nightmare and puts down the knife
About the Creator
Gregory Dutcher Jr
"Sic Itur Ad Astra"
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