• "Why?"
    "I'm depressed."
    "Don't do it please."
    "Already did, always will.
    I cut to get my thrill."

    "Dammit."
    "It's just a cut, a little cut."
    She takes the blade
    She shows her pain
    With scars, with blood, with tears
    "Promise me you won't do it again."
    "I can't." She whispers in his ear.
    "Love, don't cry."
    "I want to die."
    They both look up and ask God, "Why?"