Hurt

She walked up to her room crying.
Not believing what she was hearing.
Taking a knife to her skin earlier,
But not daring.
But now there was a different gleam in her eye.
Her emotions scared herself.
But that didn’t stop her.
She looked for something,
Anything that could cause damage.
That’s when she found the glass.
Lying on the floor.
Like it was calling to her.
A test.
But she wanted to fail.
She knew it was wrong.
She had done this once before,
But now she cut deeper.
Although it didn’t even bleed.
Frustrated,
She went downstairs.
And although her mother saw her with the razor,
She thought nothing of it.
She went upstairs,
And in the darkness,
She cried as she cut an x on her forearm.
Shocked.
She sat and cried.
Cried for her family.
Cried for herself.
So scared,
But she knew that was the realease she needed.
The next morning,
Her arm still was slightly bleeding.
It felt as if it were on fire.
But it didn’t bother her.
That’s what scared her.
Made her think,
What’s next?