Undecided.

More nightmares heck yeah!

"Just one more tear will fall," she cries to myself. She knows that is an empty promise. She is trying to convince herself into thinking she is healthy and is not in a crisis. She curls into a ball and lets the darkness swallow her inch by inch. The darkness is cold and inviting. It whispers evil thoughts into my ear while she is sleeping. 

"Just one more time," the malevolent voices whisper harshly.

Their tongues slither into her thoughts and she gives in. Just one more, small little, incision. She brings the blade to her ivory skin and slowly drags it across. One tiny little cut turns into several within seconds. Without even thinking. Her once pale white arm is now streaked with red and pink. The cuts already sting. She sits there with the blade in her hand and wonders what might happen if she were to a little too deep for once. Would she tell someone because she decided that she wants to live. Or, would she just play her favorite song, lay on her bed and slowly slip away. She drops the blade in fear of what she might do if she kept it in her hand. More tears fall onto her freshly cut wrists and they burn. She cries even harder and lets the tears fall onto her wounds. She turns to her bed for comfort. She whispers all of her awful thoughts into her pillow and cries herself to sleep. 
I can't help but to think why she does not go and get help. With such sorrow she must want someone to help her in her time of need. People are trying to help but she refuses it. She cannot even begin to understand how important she is. She raises her head and I see her for who she really is. She is me. I am her. It's almost like I am looking into a mirror. I look at my wrists and they are cut free. She is the one who doesn't want to move on. I am ready to move on but she isn't. 

I reach my hand out to her, rest it on her shoulder and calmly say, "you don't need to do this anymore."

She nods slowly and I help her up from the bed, "I need help," she stammers.

I look her in the eyes and say, "I know."