Drawing

Self-Harm

I slit my wrists and cut my thighs, my small room now filled with cries. All that pain that I have gained, fades away and is restrained. I fake a smile and dry my eyes, I think of it as my disguise. Despondent tears have caused a flood, now stained red, with my blood. I hate myself and hate my life, I fix those problems with a knife. Welcome to my world of lies, maybe I should go and die.