Another Cut Poem by Wishing For Perfection

As seconds turn into minutes, the minuets turn into hours.
The urge continues to grow, getting stronger and stronger.
She tries to ignore it, not wanting to hurt those she loves.
She pretends its not there, and looks elsewhere.
The clock continues to tick, she starts to figet, the urge is too strong.
It can't be broken, she needs to feel the pain.
To feel the blade drag across her skin,
And see the blood flow down.
Its all she can think about, her heart is racing
Aggravation is creeping in, she cant wait any longer.
As she gets up, she ask to go to the bathroom.
Running through the halls, she cant get there fast enough.
Opening her bag she pulls out her razor and whispers an apology.
Eyes closed, lip bit, she pushes down the blood flows.
Relief runs though her body, a small smile forms.
She cleans up the blood, puts away the razor heads back to class.
She walks in with her head high, feeling on top of the world.
No one suspects a thing, just the way she likes it.
In her eyes its just another victory, another cut to make her stronger....
Another cut, to tell one more story, Another cut, to show the pain she feels
Another cut to numb. Every cut, is just another cut.