I grabbed the knife
cut threw my skin
watched as the blood ran,
layed down and wished,
wished that this unnamed pain
would go away,
but at the same time
fall inlove with this pain,
watched my skin turn red,
red with my blood.
Quickly cleaning the cuts,
hiding everything, make sure to hide,
hide the bloody rags, knives and the cuts.
walk down the hall ways,
hiding inside your sweater,
making sure no one knows
