Razor Kissed Wrists
by MazMurder101
This is my bright red scream, As I press down harder, blood begins to surface, I convince myself, "You don't feel pain, Forget it, it's worth it." I convince myself that there is no pain. I try to forget. It's just my sick little game. There are white ones, red ones, fresh ones too, I'm ashamed of what I do. As time goes by, they get harder to hide. More and more skin with scars on the outside. Hide them with long sleeved shirts, It covers them up, but doesn't take away the hurt. It hurts the same when nobody knows; It's just the way it goes. Cut to feel alive, it's something I know is real. It's something I wish I could hide, Something I didn't have to feel. When things get too bad, My first instinct is to just cut away. Cut away, make new scars To just get through the day. This time, it got out of hand, Cut too deep and can hardly stand. Losing way too much blood as I begin to fall This will be my little secret, I won't say anything at all. |