K. Quimby, age 19.
Done With A Twist
Feeling the cool tile floor against her face
No one to warm her in a big embrace
She wonders how she got like this
Looking down at her cut up wrists
On her wrists she sees unbearable scars
This time she took it way too far
Putting the razor to her skin
Cutting a line that starts out thin
Going deeper than ever before
She just lays there on the floor
As the blood flows out of her wrist
Using the razor for just one last twist
Letting all the blood drain
She feels no more pain
It’s over and done with
Another scar with a twist
Picking herself up off the floor
She is heading to the door
Grasps the door knob tight
She says it’s just another night
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