"She"

She started to feel sad,
Her body began to shake,
Tears rolled down her cheeks,
It felt like a dream, she would soon awake.

She was in desperate need,
Of some sort of way,
To escape her pain or help herself,
Her feelings got worse with each passing day.

She would sink into a state,
Of blank stares and teary eyes,
She couldn't help herself,
She knew this decision was not wise.

But she often enjoyed this happening,
A blade to slice her soft and supple skin,
She grew addicted to it,
She couldn't stop, it would always win.

Then came the day when she discovered help,
Someone to talk to when she lost all control,
It made her feel better to know someone cared,
It started to happen less and less.

Then one day, there was no one,
So she regretfully started again,
She realized this time she had gone too far,
It was worse than those times, way back when.

So she called for someone,
She was losing blood and fast,
When nobody answered, she had to come to terms,
With the fact that she might not make it, she had been living in the past.

She passed out from blood loss,
For only a moment or two,
She found herself being carried by her best friend,
What a valiant thing to do.

She woke up later in her hospital bed,
Surrounded my her parents and friends,
She apologized for hurting and scaring them,
It was never going to happen again.

So she made a promise,
To lead a better life,
To think her life had been changed for the better,
By the blade of a knife.