.. untitled..

for somebody i know..

The yelling, the screaming, it never did cease..
She was in a realm of pure rivalry, with no chance of peace..
Her childhood involved neglect, her adolescence entailed contention..
With all this in mind, it was no wonder she turned to self-mutilation..
In a turn for the worse, she chose to turn to the blade..
And lose herself in cuts as her rationality continued to fade..
In an attempt to release inner frustration,
She would cut herself and relinquish all bottled-up tension..
Again and again, she would sigh sweet release,
As that razor glided over her wrist with the slightest of ease..
Little did she know, this was only the beginning..
Never did she expect to be so far from winning.