Who knew I could do this
Watching myself bleed
Waiting for it to stop
Obsessed with the pain
Occurring often my acts of violence
Ostracized from reality
Assumed to be worthless
Actually just wordless
Afraid to describe just what I feel
Hating the situation
Hesitating to change it
Holding the razor blade still.

I hate the calm
And yet exude it
Appearing aloof
And yet pulling my hair out
When things appear fine
And I know they aren't
I suppose it's because
"In a quiet pool, the devil dwells."