Cutters Edge

I put The blade to my pale skin
It was shape yet so thin,
I took the blade up my limb
I thought I would never give in,

The blood ran down my leg
Like yoke out of a cracked egg,
It fell into the sink
I couldn't breath I couldn't think

I dropped the blade onto the floor
Someone knocked on the door
I'm fine I yell and get no return
I clean my cuts they start to burn

I clean the sink that covered in sticky red
I hope none knows I have bled
I got dressed with a band aid on the wound
I would be out and forget about it soon

He asked about my cuts
And my stomach began to flutter
"God I hate Shaving" I thought
What?Did you really think I was a
cutter?