Cuts....

She cuts her arm,
she cuts it deep,
paralyzed and unable to speak.

She cuts her arm,
she cuts it deep,
crying out for some peace.

She lying there,
feeling weak,
feeling lonely she starts to weep.

Shes drifting off,
into a peaceful; sleep,
hoping its her final week...

this is the shortest of my poems but its still quite powerful. thanks