My Secret

I sit here in my corner and drag my blade across my skin
A red line begins to appear though it is thin
I repeatedley drag the blade over thae same spot
This is one secret I will share, Not!

A red river flows down my arm
My blade inflicting it's intended harm
All the while releasing hurt and causeing pain
Why not? I have nothing to gain

Two deep cuts boldly standing out against the white inside of my arm
My blade once again causing intended harm
My blade is one of my best friends
It's contact with my skin hardly ever ends

Now this is my secret so please don't tell anyone
That I have several cuts more than just one
Don't worry about me
Just make sure you keep this only to thee

*I know this poem isn't all that great but it means a lot to me. Anyways if you're going to give me a bad rating at least tell my why*