A Day Yet to Come

Sweat drenched her body

As she tried to think pensively

The clock ticked faster

Her heartbeat slowed

Blood trickled down her neck

Down her wrists and ankles too

Everywhere she had harmed

With the sharpest knife of all

With every struggle to breathe she cried

Wishing the torment would end

But she could not end the torture

As she was holding herself hostage

She tried to believe what they said

But kept abusing herself

Trying to escape the chains she locked

But only secured them tighter

When the clock struck one she winced in pain

Looking over her many scars

Hoping for a better day

A day that was yet to come

Author's Note

1) lack of punctuation intentional
2) This is not about cutting (though it could be taken that way). This is about how we are our own worst enemies, and our thoughts harm us in the worst ways.