My Skin

My skin is so fair,
You can hear the razor tear.
One slice maybe twenty,
All I know is my blood is dripping onto the floor.

You sit in the other room,
Knowing you've hurt me so.
I sit alone and scared,
I watch the blood flow down into my hands,
Knowing that no one will ever understand.

I wear long sleeve shirts,
Sometimes a cuff around my wrist,
I must hide where it hurts,
No one can see this.

I lose control once again,
Staring at the old stains,
Remembering once more,
All this inside pain,
My blood starts to drip onto the floor.

I keep my smile,
Plaster it on.
I have my own secret file.
If I ever told anyone of this,
It would then be on a public list.
But it still doesn't stop me cutting,
Cutting at least makes me feel something.
I am in control,
No one can save my soul.

My skin is so fair,
You can hear the razor tear.
One slice maybe twenty,
All I know is my blood is dripping onto the floor.