• early morning
    razor blade
    in the bathroom
    staring at the scars
    they remember past days
    days of hate and self-infliction
    sit on the edge of the bathtub
    the blade slices through my arm
    as if encouraging more
    no pain
    only blood
    grab the towel
    wipe it all away
    I hide the blade
    deep in my pocket
    that it would disappear
    that all this would disappear
    take the sweatshirt from the doors hook
    slowly slide it over my wounds
    hiding them from the world
    no one must know