She hears the voice whispering to her. Calling her away. Away from all the pain. The sweet voice of her knife. Her best friend. Her only way to survive. Survive through each day. Survive through all the pain. As she sees the line of blood, She drifts softly and sweetly to that place the knife takes her. A place beyond here where she is free. A place where she can be happy. The seet voice of her knife. She drifts away. But suddenly she is crashing down. Falling, falling. The numbness leaving. Crashing, crying, falling. Until she is back in her horrible reality. Until next time sweet knife, until next time.
Until Next Time
August 11, 2010