One wrong word
Is a knife to my skin
An angry response
Brings self hatred
Tears falling from
Hurting you
Yelling at you
Hating myself with each moment

Blood
My blood
Flows from wounds
Brings me satisfaction
Beings me restfulness
Punishment for my anger
Blades against my skin
The hatred fades
To justification

Gauze
Tape
To hide the punishment
The blood
Healing begins

My little secret
My blood sacrifice
Burns inside me
I will not tell them
They will not know
Anytime soon
I will not worry them
They do not need pain

I deserve it
For my anger
My hatred
My mistakes

I don't care if other people
Make mistakes at me
They don't cut themselves for it
Or do they?
I don't know
I won't ask

I hope someday
My anger will dissipate
I will be able to love
Instead of hating myself
I hate the bleeding
I hate the cuts
I hate the scars

Some day I will break out
Of this cycle
I will be able and free
To be MYSELF
Not the "perfect" daughter
Friend or companion
No one will ask me to be perfect
And if they do
I won't care a bit
I can't be perfect

I want to be free
My anger holds me down
Break it
Break the anger
Set me free