The bloody blade on the counter
Long sleeves cover my sins
She asks me "please can I see them"
No it's too late I can't let you in.
I think my cat needs some Ritalin
Or maybe to be declawed
We cannot do this forever
It isn't even winter anymore
They take pity on my death marks
Stop telling me things will be fine
I can't keep up with this battle
This little secret of mine.