She sits in a corner on top of her bed

Playing with needle and thread

Thread goes through the needle's eye

Needle goes through her skin

Thread follows the needle

She stares at how pretty it looks

For she never thought

Anything with her could be gorgeous

Even as blood flows and ruins the sheets

She thinks of how lovely the pain can feel

And the next day she does it again

And the day after that

And the day after that

And the day after that

Until she gets caught

She gets sent away to a loony bin with padded walls

She doesn't want to be there

What she does is not for them to say she shouldn't

She wishes they would leave her alone

For she is just fine, no matter what they say

After awhile they realize she will not do what they want

She's sent home

When she thinks that it's safe

She sits in a corner on top of her bed

Playing with needle and thread