1. Die Any Day

Why did she do that?
She knows she shouldn't
She promised not to
She was right, she couldn't

But the blood,
If only an illusion.
Why it felt so good
Was out of her comprehension

The knife against her arm
Slashing across
Curing and bringing pain
Relief from every loss

How dont they even notice?
She's wearing sleeves in the summer
They cant find the missing knife
Could they be any dumber?

Is this her fate?
Dying with no one else's say
How does no one notice
She could die any day.