Grin

Red lines, hearts, and stars.
My mind is losing hope.
But this new blade feels so good,
It\'s helping me to cope.

I tell myself to stop,
But even more crimsom comes,
It makes me cut down deeper,
Until my blood freely runs.

This is not a cry for attention,
And not a cry for help.
This is who I am,
And how my problems are delt.

The release is overwhelming,
As my face grins from ear to ear,
Down and across.
Death is not a fear.

Maybe next time,
The cut will be too deep.
Hopefully no one will stop me,
As my blood begins to seep.

But for now I will keep the pattern,
Of hiding all these scars,
For all you people out there,
We know who we are.