Ten Cuts Does It

One cut, two cut, three cuts, now its up to four, She smiles to herself as more blood drips to the floor. Five and six, the numbers that curve, hold tight to that blade, don't lose your nerve, remember what they said, this is what you deserve. Seven, now eight, its now quickly becoming to late. Nine, her life is balancing on the edge of a dime. Ten. people standing around a young girls grave, remembering how bright her eyes had once been.