You
Don't
Even
Know
How
Much
You
Effect
Me
Anymore

It's only when
You're all alone in your room
And the only light is a dim lamp
and the only sound is your silent weeping

That's when you make a mistake
You press too hard or go to fast
And you cut too deep
Blood never stopping

That's when your breath hitches in your throat
That's when the panic sets it
And you become frightened
Frightened of death

So you grab and old pillow case
Or some sort of old rag
And press it to the wound
Trying to find some way to make it stop

You keep it there all night
Even when you drift off into a dreamless sleep
You awake in the morning to find the bleeding has stopped
But your sheet is covered in blood

You give a small sigh of relief
And run to the bathroom to clean it
You wince when the peroxide bubbles inside
And shake as you wrap it in a bandage

Now you must pull down your sleeves
To hide it from view
No one must know of your tragic little accident
But the scars it will hold will always remind you of your little mistake

Why
Is
It
Too
Much
To
Ask
To
Be
*Happy?