The blade breaks my skin,
Again and again:
And the beads of blood fall -
Like perfect crimson tears.

Over and over -
The same thing everyday.
Why can't I snap out of it?
Why can't I break free?

Hate is all I feel,
But I take it out on me.
The only way it's shown,
Is through the cuts that no one sees.

I smile and say nothing,
While, inside, I weep:
Cos no one knows -
And no one cares...