Run Away

The blood runs down,
between each canyon on her fingers.
"Why did you hurt yourself?"
Her hands shake as she holds on,
to the blade,
staring down at the blood
that fell,
staining the edges,
of that hidden journal,
lost within that old drawer,
collecting dust.
"Why did you do this?"
She fell to her knees,
nothing new,
and felt her mind turning grey,
as shadows on the wall,
haunt each cry.
"What will you do?"
She crawled, creating a path
of all the pain-
"Why don't you..."
-that was locked inside
as she screamed,
pulled away from the blade
and fell.
"...run away?"