escape

Cutting.
She sits alone in a locked room
There are so many scars on her arm
And all she want's is to do more
But this time It will be different
The razor in her hand starts to open old wounds
She loves the pain so much ..
The blood starts to flow down her arm
She want's to feel again
But It hurts so much for her every time she try ..
She's tired from all the pain around her
And death was her escape.