Drip Drop

Everyday was filled with fear,
then the night was overcome with tears,
All the screams were fallowed by pain,
almost like thunderstorms are welcomed by rain,

Every time she gripped the blade,
she knew another bad feeling would suddenly fade,
when the blood would drip down to the floor,
she would say to herself more, more, more,

She loved the feeling she would get as she dug the knife into her skin,
not knowing this is when her problem would actually begin,
many scars were left behind,
she'd always tell herself, OK this is the last time,

But of course there never was a stop,
taking in the sounds of drip, drop, drip drop..