The Way She Saw It.

A razor blade in her hand
it glides firmly against her skin
the skin is torn open
for a moment all she sees is the white
then the blood flows
the pain inside seems to fade away
with each drop of blood that is release
her body is numb
she doesn't feel the blade touch her skin
repeatedly she cuts
her mind is screaming in distress
but she refused to cry
she will not stop

she lays motionless
a pool of blood surrounds her
the blade that destroyed her
now lays beside her
police move about
taking pictures and writing notes
she had so much to live for
but she didn't see it that way