Cutter's Confession

Silent screams escape my skin
Through the grinning razor blade.
Each time I cut deeper,
I hope that the pain will fade.

It never goes away,
I suffer all day long.
And no one even knows
How bad I want it to be gone.

Another slice across my skin,
The blood splatters across the floor
The pain still haunts me
And forces me to cut more.

Across my scarred wrist
Are long lines of regret,
But those bloody lines
Are reminders to never forget;

To not let anyone in again,
To let anyone stab my heart,
Because after they leave me,
I’m left alone to fall apart.

Those little straight lines
That lace around my skin,
Are my secrets to life.
They’re my favorite sin.

The pain is unbearable,
Sometimes I wish it would end.
I think about jumping,
But instead fake and pretend.

So for now I’ll keep to my sin,
And slash lines straight and long,
But I still know in my head,
Soon I’ll be gone.