The razor blade goes down my arm.
I cannot stop my own self-harm.
It pierces into my silky skin.
Like razor blade kisses it too sins.
I cannot stop the hurt inside.
So I sit at home and try to hide.
The marks that make my arms look bad.
The horrible times that I have had.
All the tears that have stained my cheeks.
The saddened cries.
The horrible shrieks.
The blood stained cloth.
The scar stained arms
I wish it didn't have to be so hard!
