Silver metal shines from the pale light of the stars the pale arm that holds it shakes with fear. The fingers tighten against the hole in the blade. Careful not to make a sound. Sit up in bed. Walk into the bathroom tears run down your face. Clench the other hand. Bring the blade down upon your perfect skin. You'll never see yourself the same again. As the blade barely touches the top of the skin. Push down and pull. Just one time. A line of blood on perfect pale skin is joined by others again and again. look at what you've done. the monster you've become. Wash it off go back to bed. Sleep with wet pillows and sheets stained bright red. Wake up the next morning. Surprise you're not dead. Get in the shower to learn how much it stings. Cover up with long sleeves. Hide whats inside. They'll never see you cry. Arms burn in anguish of the things you did. Reminders of how you will never win. Scars will heal and go away but you will always miss the pain. Just one more, is all you ever say. But if someone would just know you're not okay. hide from whats inside. It's hard to win. When everything is lost. but one day it will all be okay.
........................Just not today
YOU ARE READING
In My Head
PoetryI think I'm starting a story using poetry dont forget to read My Poems for more poetry by me
