Trigger Poem For Some Folk Don't Read.... If your Cut Yourself...

Broken glass in her hand

pain and suffering

showing in her face.

Her eyes are blank

She reaches down

and cuts.

She feels nothing.

Just see red weeping bright blood

seep from her wound.

She cuts again. Feels something.

She cries. And...

See the drips of red clean blood

wet her carpet in her room.