Gripping the razor

She admires its silver tone

Exposing her wrist

She examines her canvas

She glides the razor

Ever so gently

Feeling the painful hole in her chest go away

Watching blood seep through

The pain in her chest comes back

Repeating the act

Once she feels better

She puts the razor in her secret spot

Watch the bleeding stop

Throws on her sweater

Returns to life

Like it never happened

Her little secret