A cut, a straight line.

Bloodrush, I feel fine.

One for every lie.

One for every time he said goodbye.

Bloodrush.

I feel fine.

Push it down, deeper this time.

I hide my blade for another day.

I wear long sleeves to hide the shame.

Ouch. It hurts. A scar.
A scar deep in my heart. It stretches from the left to right, all the way around.
It's not on my skin, then why does it hurt? Like some one is pushing a knife through my heart. Like it's ripping apart.
Ow. Ow. There it goes again.
Ouch. That hurts. It hurts a lot.

So Stop it.
Because that's mean.