Cutting

Long day at school, no where to turn.
People pick on you, no where to run.
You wait til night when everyone`s asleep.
You look for the blade that`s hidden deep.
You hear it calling your name
With out thinking you pick it up and rest the cold metal on your wrist
You slowly press down, feeling no pain
This feels like your escape
Letting the blood slowly stain
These stains are a reminder of your pain