She glances around,
Then ducks into the bathroom.
She locks herself into the stall
And hardly dares to breathe.
She slides back her sleeve
And pulls out the blade,
So thin and sharp.
As the thick blood runs down her arm
She quietly sighs in satisfaction.
She doesn't realize it will be hours
Before they will find her empty body;
She only knows
Pain is a high-
A bright red high.