Tomorrow.....?

The blade presses against her wrist. Slowly shredding the skin. Causing droplets of blood to form. And the relief of pain. She finally has what she's wanted, The physical feeling of pain. It makes her feel alleviated. ...Will she do it again? She places the blade next to the first cut, Slowly pulling it across her skin, As she watches the blood droplet slide off her wrist, And burst when it hits the floor. She then wipes off the blood coated blade, And hides it in her dresser drawer. She sits down on her bed with tears rolling down her pale cheek, And prepares herself for that gratifying feeling again tomorrow.