the razor blade pressing against my wrist br like a peircing kiss br i press down harder and the blood seeps through br i feel pain no more br this is all part of my sick little game br their wet and red... fresh and new br im not ashamed at all of wat i do br they get harder to hide from seeking eyes br more and more scars cover my skin br all the braclets.. they cover them up br but they still dont take away all the pain and hurt br it hurts the same if nobody knows... the pain never goes br i cut to feel alive br its just something iv got to do br it something i wish to hide... i wish i wouldnt do br when things get real bad i get out the blades and just cut away br all the cuts that help me get through another day br this time.. i went to far... i cut to deep br losing tons of blood... i begin to fall br this is my little secret... i wont say a thing...