Light catches the metal edge

The blade shines, swirling happily

As she turns it over in her hand.

A lone tear crashes against it

Then falls, forgotten, to the floor.

It's glow mesmerising her,

The feelings left suddenly.

Yet the tears choose to fall.

Numbly, she closed her hand,

Shutting off the light.

Razor placed upon the desk.

Alone she picks up the teddy.

Wraps her arms around it

Squeezes tightly, eyes shut.

She refuses to cry again.

Fists clenched, holding fur.

The teddy unmoving, solid.

Her blade cold to touch.

She has to choose.

The cold or the hard.

To watch the blood spill

It is such a beautiful thing,

Yet so hurtful, so ugly.

To choose the hardness,

Shows her she is truly alone.