At Least I'm A Lady.

She cries,

and she screams.

Down her face,

mascara streams.

No one sees,

her lying there.

All she needs,

is someone to care.

She drops down,

and starts to shake.

Pulls out her razor,

as her heart aches.

She presses it to her wrist,

and slides it across.

Blood begins to flow,

with a reddish gloss.

I lie down on the cold ground.

I’ve lost my mind.

There is darkness all around.

I have become blind.

I won’t go,

Not tonight.

But I can’t promise,

I won’t try again soon.

Cuts and burns,

blood and bones.

Pills and rope,

blades and flame.

It is not well mannered for a lady to scream and break things,

so I take out my anger on myself.

I end up with cuts and burns,

But I am at least a lady, right?