Deep Red Velvet

It had been a long day, and these days had come far to often. It felt like no one really cared about her anymore. Everyone had been getting more and more distant from her, as though they were sitting on a splitting ice burg and she had been sitting on the other side of the split, all on her own, both parts moving in the opposite direction from each other.
It felt worse everyday of that week, no one she could talk to, though her friends all knew that she was cutting herself, she still couldn't take much seriously and just tried to avoid those situations with these people.
The days continued where there is nothing left good to see, and all negative thoughts taking control. Nothing could have gone worse, other than the thought that life is completely pointless and the continuous feeling that no one actually cares and no one would miss her after death.  But was it true, nothing could convince her otherwise, and no one ever seemed to help, especially in the most desperate of situations.
It felt like the ice burg had completely melted away, drifting into warmer seas, where everything starts to melt and everything feels more exposed, the other half staying as strong as it had started off with, and that one girl, floating in the ocean, no protection, no one to help her, and the drifting away that never wanted to end, forever trapped in the sea, and everyday, that feeling rose inside of her, with everyone else, safely finding land, and for her, surrounded by sharks, only one thing could help.
And although it doesn't solve any problems, it helps get over the stress and the overwhelming emotions that flooded her head in negative feelings, and the overpowering sensation to lock away the emotions and be filled with slight feelings of joy and gaining control again for that short period of time. 
The desire to be back to where she was flooded in her mind, though she had tried to prevent any harm to herself, she couldn't stop. Talking to a toy helped in some situation where she could get everything off of her chest, but it came too much.
And so it happened, with the strong sensation that it was the only option, blood poured out from her arm, like a deep red velvet.
The stinging sensation from it was bearable, calming her down slightly, and as she calmed down enough, bandaged the cut.
Though calmed down, the pain never really escaped her, it had been pushed back for another day, to come back and haunt her.
And yet, she still couldn't talk to the people she was close to, nothing went right, nothing was right. 
Tears of fear poured down her face, back to the beginning, back to the ice burg. Back to that split in the ice.