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.