Secret Pain
Red crimson streams down through her fingers
Dark beads seep from her wrist
A diagnol slice, marks her pain
When the bleeding slow to a trickle
She slices again with a cold razor
Her pain and anger pour out free
In a stream of relief and relaxation
Of course she's been through worse
But right now her life is a curse
And this is her way of healing
So she wraps her wrist in gauze
And hides the razor in her dresser
She knows she's different
And this isn't right
But this is her secret and that's how it'll stay