To Escape the Ghosts

She hastily picked up the blade
The sharp razor, so cold
She knew she had to do this
She always knew.

Suddenly she remembered
What she was here for
Here in this room
Holding her only comfort.

Slowly dragging it
Accross her pale skin
She sighed in relief
To her, this was happiness.

Continuing deeper
Into her soft flesh
She knows this is addiction
Her only escape from the ghosts
Of her past.