She lays in
bed with the blade right next to her as it temps her.
She finally gives in and reaches for it.
The blade pierces into her skin and she feels relief.
Like she can breathe again. She makes a few more cuts.
Then a few more. Then a few more after that.
She looks down at what she has done and begins to cry.
She looks at the blood and chokes out the only words she can,