The urge passes over her. Her mind is confused. Does she listen to her body saying yes? Or her brain saying no. As she picks up the razor, we know what won. She puts it to her wrist and breathes. Debating whether to give in. We all know she does. As the blade touches her, a tear falls She knows it’s not right but has lost control. Slowly she moves the blade across her wrist. The blood is revealed and the blade is dropped Realizing she did it, She promised never to do it again. The next night, When she does it, She smiles knowing she has gained control.