dropsofblood

She stands there and looks into the mirror.
The hot tears of pain stream down her face.
The hate and anger fills her,
She pulls the razor out,
She stands there and watches the cruel edge gleam in the light,
She pulls her long sleeves up,
Hot pain filled tears glide down her pale hallow cheeks,
She pulls the blade across her left vein.
The evil blade slides gracefully across her translucent flesh,
Drops of blood appear at the razors edge.
The sorching droplets of water fill her eyes and drop to mix with her life's force
She thinks "I am no one."
She sits down and moves the hateful razor up her right vein,
She closes her eyes and feels herself let go.