She is alone, nothing but alone in the dark folds of her mind. They consume her soul and dance in the wreckage of her heart, talking to her at night, convincing her to cut again until the blade slowly edges to her wrist, nick it a little, only a little don’t want to start a riot in your family and get slapped by the ones you thought loved you.
Disappear into your dreams my sweet little girl, watch the dream like a movie as you slit your wrists and watch the blood flow and plunge to the floor, smile and wave in the mirror as though waving to your friends and family for the last time, wake up with your disappointment of still being alive, drag your sorrowful body and mind out of bed to start another worthless day of dreaming about your death, I hate this world.