Why when the blade scraps across my skin
Does my breath refill my lungs
Before I was gasping to breathe
My Panic, is covered by the panic
That I might of went to deep
When the redness on my face
Fades to the redness dripping down my wrist
Is when it all stops
No more panic  
I rub the mark it leaves
Adding another scar to my collection
No it's not a collection you should have