A razor, a thin blade to alter destiny
A slender wrist, trembling under the cool metal
Life flashes before her eyes
Laughter that turns into cries
The first cut is made
Too late to turn back
Rivulets of crimson blood
Sliding down that slender wrist
The pain is sharp, and so is the blade.
Another cut is drawn across
Blood is seeping down the wrist
Dripping on the floor
Staining carpet with garnet memories
Tears drop out of her eyes
Onto the slender wrist
Mixing into the ruby stream
Flowing out of her delicate wrist.
Razor is switched from left to right
To slit the other delicate wrist
The razor grazes the porcelain skin
Another cut waiting to begin
Its journey down her arm, and onto the floor.
Life is seeping out of her
Only minutes left of life
She looks around her
Seeing memories of a little girl
A girl whose parents were proud
A girl who did well in school
A girl that doesn't want to die.
She falls to the floor
Blood is pouring out too fast
She cannot call for help
Nobody is home.
Destined to die alone
Her vision blurs into black
Her eyes close softly
Never to open again.