Depression

 

Her hands tremble and

her arms shake

as she drops the dull knife

that glistened in the light

now stained with blood.

Cherry red drops of blood spill from the

small yet deep cut on her wrist.

The blood flow is continuous

spilling out one drop at a time.

The salty, rusty smell of blood

stings her nose before she registers

exactly what is happening.

Her vision becomes

stained with red

and her mind goes blank.

 

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