Muffling her voice,
As whispers in her head continue.
Terrors of night snatching her sleep,
Each moment of darkness, her pain grew.

Sun rose, So did she,
Gulping down her fear and smiling.
Keep a normal face,
While the voices keep killing.

'Go ahead' it says,
'No one would know if you disappear.'
With each person she meets
'They will not remember you, no matter how dear.'

Pity? They let not her feel,
Rage? A force, slamming into her with zeal.
'Red, a colour that will suit you well,
Why don't you use the blade, deeper this time, so it takes more to heal?'

'Yes... Just like that...
Let it flow, down the length of your arm.
Let the pain embedded itself
In your soul, alleviate it of your past harm'