She started cutting that Friday night.
She could have asked for help,
She was talking to someone on Facebook,
But she decided not to ask.
She told him she was tired,
She had an energy burning day.
She said goodnight, and signed off.
But she should have stayed online.
She went up to her bedroom.
She changed into her comfy clothes.
She climbed into bed, sat there.
But she wasn’t alone in bed.
She brought an old beautiful friend.
She laid it down on her.
She pushed it into her skin.
But with a singular quick movement,
She was bleeding again, something forgotten.
She hasn’t done this so long.
She wanted to desperately remember again.
But her skin didn’t want to.
She couldn’t stop the red tears.
She couldn’t stop the radiating warmth.
She couldn’t stop the red diamonds.
But it eventually stopped. For now.