Confessions of a clutter

Silence
only tears
as i press the blade
against my pale skin

red
the blood flows
from the wounds
of my inner pain

satisfaction
as i feel the knife
slicing in to me
i only deserve pain

anguish
as i realized what ive dont
i feel accomplishment
as i gaze upon my skin

stares
people are horrified
dont understand why
neither do i.