• The rusty balde net to her
    is her secret self-destruction.
    And as her eyes fill with a river of tears,
    her razor silences all of her fears.
    Blood drips and stains her hands
    and she falls down,head spinning,twirling...
    too much blood loss and now she can't stand.
    Tears flow from her red eyes
    like the blood flowing out
    from abroken vessel
    staing skin,hands,clothes,lives,souls.
    Her rusty blood-stained razor
    her best friend,her only lover.
    She knows she must stop,
    but she's addicted,
    hooked to a personal opiate.
    Her cries of help go unanswered
    and she grabs her knife.
    It's too late for her...
    that's what she thinks,
    so she'll soon end her life.
    Sitting at her dresser,
    embracing her razor's kiss
    upon her wrists...
    Making evey carefully planned line
    across her delicate skin,
    the bright red rubies that appear
    across the angry red lines
    are the only thing showing
    the pain within.
    The pain no one can ever know.
    She screams for mercy,
    but wherever she runs,
    that's where her pain will go.



    ~Aimee ~6/9/09(revised)