She drags the blade,
putting yet another notch into her wrist.
It's been like this for a while,
Her silent addiction,
But never this strong.
Never has she wanted to push harder,
Never before has she prayed to the God she doesn't believe in,
Asking him to forgive her,
To take her away from the Earth she no longer loves.
She lifts the blade,
Stares as the blood flows faster down her arm,
A stream of red life.
One cut is not enough to silence her mind-