It beautiful
the way crimson ran from her arm
that night
with a crooked smile
and a twist in her eyes
she laughed
as the tears smeered from cheek to cheek
the shower ran
and steam poured from the room
her sobbing drown out
the razor becoming her best friend
50 cuts deep
her body tingles
and she feels him
the razor crashing to the tub
she feels him holding her
letting her know shes not alone
sending her the message of hope
her body falling to the floor
the next few weeks are rough
but she knows that
she has support
hes always with her
holding her through
the rough patches
shes loved
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