It's hard and cold

against her hand

The knife like point pressed deep

Just a little further

and it'll be over

She presses more and splits the skin

the razor running deep

the blood pours out and drenches her clothes

but she's delirious now

she will die happy

she died in moments her sheets soaked crimson

but with a smile on her face

did she know they would find her so soon?

just seconds after?

at her funeral they will whisper

abd stare at her wrists

no one knew she was a cutter

she always said she'd gotten better

the young girl is now long gone

as they sing her grim songs

yet even in purgutory watching them

she can't help smile at what she did