"I wrote this upon anonymous request"
She took the blade and sharpened it twice
And sat it down she did too her dismay
She took the blade once again suddenly
Gazing at its sharp unduly end....
Not again not again she would say
As she took the blade yet again
Her wounds were forgotten and nicely
Mended but too her disdained thinking her
Thoughts were not and she hadn't Succeeded......
To her there was no blade slicing up
Against her skin not at all did it seem to
Hurt or have any mortal pain, she scarcely
Looked at the blade and wanted to cry and go
Out of her own troublesome pain......
She picked up the blade her conscience
Contemplating back and forth, saying yes and
No,do and don't,what would happen she
Did think as she slyly went on and muttered.....
The blade was there and not so very distant,
What would she do, what would she try to do
Next, well that is consequently a very good
Question no less.......