Blooming bubbles of blood

Follow the bright razor edge

A bolt of pain

A flicker of calm

Then the effects wear off.

/ What if they find out?!

What then?!

What if I bleed to death?

What if...?/

Cleaning the cuts

/ They cannot know./

Soak up the blood with a q-tip

No evidence...

Wash off the blood.

/They'll never know.../

Hide the knife.

/ Can't tell... /

Trapping myself


In the prison of my mind.


-San Carpenter

(A/N: /text/ is supposed to be italics...)