The pain was real

By = self-ish

The girl sat on the floor-cold floor

She was not the only broken thing that scattered around the floor

Along with her broken heart

There was broken sealed medicine

Along with her anger

There was a little thing made by steel and it's edge was sharpened.

The girl made a dicision.

She grabbed those 10 round shape things

She drunk

Her body sat still yet her soul has sank

The pain kept pulling her deeper

The noise keep urging through bubble

She needed distractions

She grabbed the steel...

Giuded it to touch her skin

As a reminder that her pain was real.