She’s proud of herself but she won’t tell you why
It has now been a month since she’s last even tried.
The voices won’t stop but today she’s won
She put down her razor and put down her gun.
After hours of thinking silently to herself
She goes and picks up her old friend off the shelf.
Overwhelmed with emotions she picks up her blades
and disposed of the evil that would send her to the grave.
So for the first time in awhile her lips crack a smile
It won’t be easy but in the end worthwhile.
Her cuts will turn to scars and those scars will fade.
But this makes her feel stronger no longer afraid.
With a smile on her face as she looks at her arm
She’s defeating the evil we call self harm.