When it was ok

Hiding everything that hurts me,
When everyone is sleeping,
I walk into my bathroom,
Shut and lock the door.

Go To my sink and under it Lays,
a shoe box with many different,
sizes of blades sharp and dull.

When it touches my skin,
it is so cold and sharp,
then it move one side to the other,
leaving a trail of blood behind it.

When all of my pain,
goes to the cut,
It feels like all my problems,
just goes away.

Just hiding it from my parents,
I don't want any attention,
I just want everything to be normal,
But what is "NORMAL".