Carvings

The artist's tool of choice: a knife
An endless longing to end her life
Tragically beautiful carvings in her arm
Her number one goal: to cause herself harm
Gauge out the inner pain
But the monster isn't slain
He wants more and more
Until she hits the floor
Blood flowing
Heart slowing
Horror beyond comprehension
When her friend sees this mental demention
Running over to save her best friend
Telling the artist this is not the end
Once again, her attempt is thwarted
And the flesh on her wrists is darkly distorted
This time she realizes that she was wrong
Her friend is there to help her along
The monster can no longer hide
The artist, with help, can kill the beast inside