My Secret

One slit across the wrist,
And I’d be gone forever,
With a razor blade I twist,
Not looking back, never,

I don’t regret this pain,
That I inflict upon myself each day,
I know it sounds insane,
But that’s all I have to say,

Everyone hates that I do it,
Some don’t even know,
They through a fit,
Each time they are told,

That why I can’t tell my love,
This one secret that lies on my thigh,
I wish to tell my dove,
So we can fly and for him to be mine.

© Samantha Jayne Reed
Wrote on October 6th, 2004