The first time I didn't mean to make the cut
I heard dad's bedroom door open
I had the razor blade halfway apart
He couldn't see
So I fumbled
I was already shaking
and it slipped
scrape
across my thumb
The blood poured out, and I panicked
I couldn't feel anything though
It was numb
And after he left
Watching the blood pool out was....
satisfactory
I thought of everything that's gone wrong lately
And I brought up those dark feelings
After the blood ran dry
I picked up the blade
And began to hack away at my thigh
Each bit with a stinging pain
But satisfaction all the same
Relief like no other
A secret almost as dark as the one that bides me to do this
I didn't mean to fall this deep
But the blade wants more...
And I'm not one to stop it