Decreasing

The teardrop leaves the corner of her eye
She lowers the weapon in her hand
Nothing makes sense any more
Not to her it does
She has given up on life
She has stopped fighting
The trace behind her is covered with blood
She bleeds away the pain
Convinced that it will help her life seems easier
She couldn’t have been more wrong
No one understands her
She cannot tell anyone what she does
To herself
Behind closed doors
No one would understand her
She clutches her wrist as the blood starts to run
Crying
Afraid of being that little girl, who lost control
'Cause as the pain grew larger
And the wounds got worse
She stopped eating her meals
She now looks at the weapon in her hand
Then makes yet another cut on her wrist
She is not sure, that she is doing the right thing
Not sure, that she really wants to die
But she has gone too far already
She is not aware of the fact
That she cannot go back
And you watch her waste away