Tears roll down her face as she looks at the scars.
Scars that hold her deepest and darkest secret.
The scars that mark her wrists and remind her every day of her life.
Her life that is messed up and there’s nothing she can do to stop it.
She feels like she can do something else to stop the pain she causes to herself every night.
She just doesn’t want to do it.
The cold metal glints in the light as she pinches it between her fingers.
Can no one stop this suffering? She thinks as it touches her skin.
The warm blood seeps from her wrist and she lays back on the bed crying herself to sleep.