My Confession

I have a confession to make
Today was my first time
I didn’t mean for it to happen
I was bored and feeling down
I was playing with my knife
And accidentally drew blood
There was this curious pain
I liked it and wanted more
The more I cut the deeper I went
The scars are there now
Do you want to see the lines
I add new ones every day
Just so I can test if I can
Out do the pain I have inside
But I always feel the same
Ashamed of what I’ve done
So I slip on a long-sleeve shirt
Hiding from myself and others
My addiction of self-mutilation