The blade

The Blade

The blade so slender and long, 
Drawn out of it’s sheath without a sound.
It’s owner rolls up there sleeve.
The long slender blade rest on the pale white skin,
Waiting for some action. 
The owner takes a long breath in, 
Then draws the blade.

*Gasp*

In the place of the blade is a thin red line.
Oh so slowly the line grows and grows.
Till it is tripled in size.
The owner grabs a rag and wipes away the blood.
Yet more replaces the old.
The owner is forced to wash it out.

*Screams*

They use soap to wash it out and it burns.
The pain is un-bearable .
But the person must keep going.

*A year later*

In the place of the long slender blade is a long slender scar.