Grabbing the cold razor
To spill her life unto the floor
Escaping reality first and foremost

Amongst the time to dispose
Amid the darkest of throes
Her madness continued to grow

Below her belt
Upon her thigh
Only the right side

Sliding past, going into the shadows
Blood drenched sheets & spread
Not concerned about becoming dead

A sadness of the shame she’s to now carry
The sickness seemingly too violent & scary
Wanting to end it was the last bit of her clarity

Disappointed, as to awaken another day
Pains w/each step becomes more evident
Silently wept, memories of being completely inept

Another stitch, staple, cable
Sealing the uncalled for pain
Reality slapping her in the face
She woke up from fading out