Not enough to make a temporary waterfall of blood,
by Alicia Reinhart
But enough to have the scratches heal while I cry myself to sleep.
Tonight was the worst.
I cut too deep, and now before my eyes, I do see the waterfall.
The only beauty about me, is my dark red blood.
It drips from my wrist.
Blood begins to fade away slowly as I cover it with my sleeve.
I close my eyes and think,
'Just another tear filled night for someone with suicide on their mind'.