Every night she cries.
Every night she tries.
She reaches for her favorite object.
No one cares.
No one loves.
The razor blade.
No one knows.
It's all a joke.
She grips it tight.
How deep will I go?
How many times?
She stretches out her wrist.
Blood pours.
Wounds welt.
Immediate relief.
She sinks back in extacy.
Her razor never lets her down.
