Wounds of Wrath

The yelling, the screaming, it never did cease. She was in a realm of pure rivalry with no chance of peace. Her childhood involved neglect, her adolescence entailed contention. With all this in mind it was no wonder she turned to self mutilation. In a turn for the worse she turned to the blade. She lost herself in cuts as her rationality continued to fade. In an attempt to release inner frustration she would cut herself and relinquish all bottled up tension. Again and again she sighed sweet release as that razor glided over her wrist with the slightest of ease. Little did she know this was only the beginning. Never did she expect to be so far from winning. On one particular day she made the mistake of looking in the mirror. She witnessed her own doing and she let out a tear. It was then she realized she was the cause of her pain.

(In the end you are ignorant if you think you could never be in the place I was. Realizing that we are our own biggest enemy isn't the easiest reality to face.)