her scattered mind replaces raw stability
and she collapses her face in her hands.
and feels overflowed. allowing negativity
she feels numb pain deep in her chest
and she knows what it is. it's come again.
to tempt her again...but she knows she can
beat it, she has many times before. but
the lust for it has returned to her door.
her mind is running a marathon of thoughts
and they're conflicted, trying to bring her
or break her from or to inflicting.
she looks around the room at the four walls
and her mind tells her to look at her veins
and to get the scissors, it's always the same
but the girl gives herself two choices
and none include the bad deed
she can draw on herself or jot her thoughts freely
she chooses one, does it, and loses track of time
she comes to realization that she's done it again
she's regained her mind. this is a great thing.
more confidence for next time and the next
until she overcomes it. be glad she don't become it.