She glances around,

Then ducks into the bathroom.

She locks herself into the stall

And hardly dares to breathe.

She slides back her sleeve

And pulls out the blade,

So thin and sharp.

As the thick blood runs down her arm

She quietly sighs in satisfaction.

She doesn't realize it will be hours

Before they will find her empty body;

She only knows

Pain is a high-

A bright red high.