A fight within

 There she sits

A little ball of

I can't do this anymore

Her arms wrapped around

Her knees

Like serpents barely under control

She stares

Into nothing

Only a curtain of tears

Shutting out the world

Showing her pain

Like a cinema screen

By her bare, cold feet

Lies her friend yet foe

That sharp edged thing

That can help yet harm

That is meant to cut what is dead

But can kill what is not

She sees it blurred

Like everything else

Now in her hand

It's cold edge

Seems frighteningly clear

On her pale arm

She wants to see the red life

Drain from her

And yet her arm is still

Dead pale and untouched

No mark, no line

Shows her long

Her own heart beating her

She feels

Not dead enough to die

Not alive enough to live

Let me! Let me!

No! No!

Let me!

No I won't!

A fight within.