The designs that lace my wrists

As the tears drip down my face
in the stillness of the night
I look at my reflection
knowing nothing is alright

I examine all my features
despising every flaw
I longed to be a masterpiece
but disaster was all i saw

I sit down on my bed
my pillow stained with water
I tried to be a perfect
sister friend and daughter

But I'm anything but perfect
you can see it in my face
I'm tired of being invisible
living in this brutal place

A tear forms in my eye
as I look down at my arm
the designs that lace my wrists
due to urges to self-harm

I deserve to be hurt badly
and love the blood's stinging sensation
I don't do it for your eyes
I've just reached mere desperation

I hide it with long sleeves
and bracelets by the pound
I can't reveal my arrtwork
I don't want it to be found

So I'll sit here in the darkness
of my room where I will hide
I've left the door unlocked
if you dare to come inside...