It Started

It started with one bad day
One horrible, depressing minute
She took to ruin her entire life
A single blade she had in her hand
That she swiftly touched to her wrist
Now everyday she relives that moment
Because shes addicted to the blade
She covers up her multiple scars
With long sleeves and arm warmers
She can't help herself now is what she thinks
But the truth is she doesn't want to be helped
She gets a form of relief
From the pain she inflicts
And every time she touches the blade
To her scarred up wrists and arms
She thinks back to that awful day
The one horrible, depressing minute
When she first became addicted