Methodical, like a surgeon, precise
I draw the blade into my skin, the knife
hot and biting against the flesh, to draw
from my body raw
emotion, pain, no pain - that's only weakness
no emotion, child, there's only weakness
Make a cut, not deep enough:
there's no blood yet
Release that inner guilt, that shame and let
the reasons for anger, hopelessness and fear
find their way not your heart, and hear
the taunts they whisper, shout and scream
you're never good enough
you'll never be
Then push a little deeper
draw more shame
leave a scar or two to hide and push away
everyone and anyone or want to show
anyone, not tell them, so they know
shut up
you don't know me
shut up
don't tell me you know
what I'm going through
or tell me to stop
because if you really cared about me
make me
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