Dream

She cries at night, she writhes in pain when nobody cares enough to see. Day by day, her heart slowly crumbles behind her strong walls. Alone she weeps, she's so afraid. In the dark, her tears don't sparkle. Life can't get much worse for her. The tears roll ever faster. Slowly she drags the silver across her porcelain skin. Scarlet blood trails behind the blade, and her tears dry. Her smile returns. The blood comes faster as she cuts so much deeper. She feels a rush. She closes her eyes as her life's blood ebs away, pulsing weakly. And then she wakes up.