Poetry of thought

.Let no one know.

Farther, farther.
The deepest I've ever been.
It's amazing,
How easily I can cut through skin.

It was a challenge yes,
But I think I made it though.
And it was all the cause,
Of the things I did to you.

The wrap, the bandage,
The restriction of the wrist.
What a great time
To fall back in the mist.

I wish I could just speak to you,
Without a common hate.
I hope one day to grow back
And continue to relate

Oh, I guess I'll see you tomorrow.
As you're always right there,
But please if I could ask one thing,
I beg you not to stare.