Glint of Silver

She feels the sudden,

blinding emotional pain.

She doesn't understand why

but, she knows there is only one way

to rid herself of this.

She grabs the tiny piece of silver.

Encased in hard, black plastic.

She drags it,

Once, Twice, Four, Five, Six,

Sometimes Seven times across pale, delicate skin.

She loves the heightened senses, the high,

the absolute happiness she derives from this

Simple Act of Pure Animosity.

It's the only way she's known

How to feel anything.

She has opened wound after wound,

Since she was barley Seven years old.

no one ever knew until she was 13.

It was as if they had ignored her pain.

She has never tried to hide the scars.

She never had reason to.

Nobody ever noticed.

Her family says that she's worthless,

She will never succeed, She is a whore.

She is a slut.

She is relying on that Glint of Silver.

She has recently met someone whom

she loves.

He doesn't agree with her ideas,

about Cutting.

She wishes She had never had to cut,

She can't stand looking at the scars. They pain her.

She feels Ashamed.

"Cut. It'll go away"

She feels Angry.

"Cut deeper. It'll disperse."

She is Depressed.

"Cut even deeper. It will soon fade."

She feels undeserving of Love.

The voices in her head say it's true.

The people around her say

"Don't you'll hurt more!"

She feels like Suicide is best.

Everyone says

"She wouldn't Kill herself"

One of these days they"ll find out the truth.

One of these days they will realize,

I was absolutely Serious.

I am strong enough to make it work

this time.

Cutting didn't Kill her.

Tylenol PM didn't work either.

She wasn't strong enough to hang herself...

But, if it comes down to it,

Next time I WILL SUCCEED.

But, for now....

I know I can rely on the Glint of Silver.