Your blade was all you could think about all day 

as you're locking your bedroom door,

head deep into your pillows 

crying as hard as you possibly can without making a sound 

slowly you pick your head up

and press the worthless piece of metal to your skin 

harder you press,

watching the blood bead up, slow, then all at once

blood is dripping from your wrist, as you start another cut 

deeper this time

pulling your sweatshirt back over,

You lay as thought nothing had just happened 

closing your eyes 

dreaming the slight chance that maybe, just maybe 

you won't wake up to see tomorrow