i love to feel
when the blade glides
when it cuts skin open
the blood poors out
leaving a stain of dark red
when all the bloods gone
and the blades put away
all thats left are my scars.
my scars are my weakness
i hide them from you all
its my secret release.
please dont cry your tears.
ill be just fine
once i open up that one
you know what im talking about
that vein thatll kill. yes that one. just one slit.
