Torture and Bliss

She yearns for the feeling.
That blade on her wrist.
Wants to forget him
along with everything she's missed.
She wants the hurt and sting,
wants to forget the way it hurt,
when he told her she never meant a thing.
She wants blood,
torture,
anything that'll make it all go away,
a small bliss..
or a pleasure.
She wants to scream.
wants him to come back and be true
she wants to stop dreaming the dreams
she wants to use her razor,
not to make many cuts just a lonely few.
she needs the pain,
more than the tears spilling from her eyes,
those harsh things he said,
she thinks its a wonder she didn't die.
the razor..
it tortures and tempts.
and at last, she fell into its silence..
broke her last promises,
the razor was her only reliance..