Cut Part 1

My friend says that
Shes worried about me
But I don't get why
She cant see.

I really am OK,
I'm fine
Why does she think
Ive crossed the line?

Its not like I left
A visible scar
I know I never
Went too far.

I have a necklace
That is tinker bell
She helps me escape
My prison cell.

Her wings are sharp
My skin is velvet
She is my
Little secret.

I never do it
Until I bleed
I only press down
As much as I need.

One day sitting
In my dads car
It took all my might to stop
Myself from going too far.

There was a razor
On the dashboard,
It called to me,
It was my sacred horde.

I rubbed the sharp edge
against my hand
not knowing what
I had planned.

I didn't draw
Any blood
But it came rushing back
To me in a flash flood.

I threw it down
And walked away
Denying what I knew
I didn't want to say.

I brushed it off and
thought no more of it
I didn't do any thing wrong
I have nothing to admit.