A slice to take off the edge,
That's all I need.
A single line,
To create the red and flesh colored smile on my arm.
To make the pale purple scar,
I add to my collection.
Sleeves will cover my broken promise,
Stained gauze as a liability,
To the seeping of red.
The cool metal gliding effortlessly.
Just once more I said.
My promise before echoed,
Leaving a new tally with it.
Sometimes I wonder,
Do words matter anymore.
All the ones that I've said,
We're lies.
I'm fine I said,
With a painted smile,
And practiced expression.
I could taste the anguish and screams of the pain from my wrist,
Even if I couldn't feel anymore.
Once more I said.
The tally's multiplied,
Leaving the etched red drops to descend,
From my pale white skin.
Maybe once more I said.
How did I end up like this?
I wondered.
As I fall even deeper down,
Into the darkened shades of red.
