Writing.

She is losing it
She wants to find some way to let out the anger she has bottled up
Her feelings are ready to implode
What can she do?
She doesn't want to cut or self harm
Sharp objects actually hurt
That sounds really wimpy of her
But she doesn't know why people find pleasure in slitting or burning
She has always had this thought of running away
That she buries deep in her head
That's so wrong
But sometimes it feels like the right thing to do
But then there's the whole process
Sobbing parents, cops arrive
Where have you been? We've been worried sick about you!
Family finds out they're the reason
She doesn't want that
She doesn't want to consider suicide
Although the thought has occurred to her at one point
It was very faint
And not something easy to remember
Something she wouldn't turn back to
She's stuck in her room
Still huffing and puffing
She doesn't want to tell any of her friends
They'll think she's an attention whore
I mean she kind of is
But she'd rather not talk about it
It would be good to tell someone
But she's the type of girl who keeps to herself
She looks around the room
Blurry-eyed vision
The tears are dried up
Her hair is sweaty and gross
Her eyes are shriveled up
Out of the corner of her eye
She spots a black pen
She crawls towards it
Clicks it
Conveniently there's a piece of paper
She tests it
Scribbles
Breathing hard
Starts writing down almost everything she's feeling
Not every single thought makes it
She sighs
She is relieved
She slams her thoughts into the drawer next to her bed
She is fine
She has found her new beloved escape
No pain is included
Verbally though
Mentally maybe
Her choice of weapon
Is a pen and paper.