The knife cuts it open
Down to the core
The sharp edges show blood
It makes me want more
I want a flood
Pain leaks out
I get this rush
Moms coming
I have to hush
If she hears me
I'll be caught
Again
She calls my name
But I can't let her see
I can't let this begin
Blood forms a bubble
I wait for it to burst
It does
Running down my arm
Dark red
Maybe this time,
I'll be dead
This isn't the first time
And deffinaly not the last
This is my secret
Of self-harm.
I hate when people ask
If I'm okay
That means I have to lie and say
"I'm fine"
I hide this
Everyday
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