To: The Cutter.

Listen to her whispers, cries for attention, help, love.
Watch as her smile fades into the shadow of insanity.
She tastes the copper and drowns in the wake of her
own crimson tide, floating away from reality, sinking
into extinction.
The blade gives care, love, compassion, a false seance
of security. It hold her, cradles her gently, smothering her
in gifts; Illusions. Presents wrapped in colors of black and blue;
Depression.
Tied together perfectly in ribbons on pain. Boxed in
hurtful memories from morning's chaos; shipped
off to a land far, far away in the darkness of her quivering
mind.
With a last breath, choking, screaming she cries with a smile of sincerity.
Finally, she removes the mask of sanity, slipping happily into peace.