In the privacy of the bathroom
Lock the door
Check it twice
Pull out the small plastic box
Take out your weapon
Smile
Hot water to clean
A silver blade to cleanse
Bleed away the memories
Watch it twining down your leg
Like a scarlet ribbon
Wrapping itself around your calf
A red river going down, down, down
Swirling, twirling into the drain
Staining the tub red
My legs hurt
The blood is seeping through
I leave smudges on my bed sheets
And risk discovery when wearing shorts
But the scars are so beautiful
Do you think, that if you close your eyes
You'd be able to read them like braille?
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 11:52 PM UTC
In the privacy of the bathroom
Lock the door
Check it twice
Pull out the small plastic box
Take out your weapon
Smile
Hot water to clean
A silver blade to cleanse
Bleed away the memories
Watch it twining down your leg
Like a scarlet ribbon
Wrapping itself around your calf
A red river going down, down, down
Swirling, twirling into the drain
Staining the tub red
My legs hurt
The blood is seeping through
I leave smudges on my bed sheets
And risk discovery when wearing shorts
But the scars are so beautiful
Do you think, that if you close your eyes
You'd be able to read them like braille?
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