• The blade slides over her pale skin,
    Hoping to banish the demon within,
    She hurt someone she loved you see,
    She's suffering guilt, to you and me.

    The pain becomes addictive just like a drug,
    She feels so alone with no one to hug,
    The blade is her friend an escape from the hurt,
    Now she lies cold covered in dirt.

    She became addicted to the pain and with one final slice,
    Healing by itself would not suffice,
    She cut too deep that time you see,
    Now shes safe and finally free.