Knife in right hand.
left arm ready.
Shaking,Trembling, your eyes are heavy.
Strike the blade across swiftly to get it over with quickly.
Feel the burn
Feel your bad day go away.

Just one cut, not enough
try again. and again. and again. and again.
Salty tears stream down your face
one more cut will do the trick
then you're numb for just a a bit.
Until tomorrow, when things go wrong
the voices start when you're alone

You make more slits
you're left with red scars
little battle wounds
you can see them
feel them
hide them too.
you seek no attention just a little relief
relief thats self inflicted on your own body.

Small cuts do the trick
for now at least
never question superficial wounds
just cover them up
until theres no more room.