Early Start

4.27am.

Knife starts to cut the harsh elements,
Those that are keeping me down.
Stab after stab,
It's not going to be enough.

4.29am.

Heart keeps pumping the blood,
As it starts to flood out.
Arm feeling numb,
Legs becoming unstable.

4.38am.

Water running in the shower,
Force ready to ease the pain.
Discreet and unknown,
They don't know my secret.

4.46am.

Sun begins to rise,
So do the scars drying out.
Blood has now gone,
Just an ugly deep mark remains.

4.59am.

Bandage up my work,
There's no need for them to know.
Trying to be an individual,
It's my true art.