Blade

The silver blade slides over my wrist The smooth metal slices my skin open My crimson blood pours out I hold my bleeding wrist over the sink The blood drips onto the cool marble There's a knock on the hollow door An angry voice yells "get out of there" I turn on the water and rinse out the sink I watch the icy water mix with warm blood The sweet blood disappears down the drain I pull at my sleeves to cover my many scars I open the door and go to my quiet room I sit silently on my bed I open my journal and begin to write My thoughts rush onto the paper The words i use hide my truth They mask the real me from unknowing people around me They keep my secrets safe from wandering eyes