Little Secret

Little pretty metal slice
pulling open skin at night.
Dancing red beads,
falling down,
lacing wrists with painful crown.
Jagged slits from razor blade.
Cuts I add to every day.
Pointed scissors, scissors sharp,
playing bloody metal harp.
Long-sleeve shirts and cover-up
can't undo what razor does.
Pool of red in bathroom sink,
Blade falls in with gentle clink.
Little, big, wide and long
cuts on legs and burns on arm.
Pour on salt and press on ice.
Ouch.. OUCH! It feels so nice.
15 years and 500 scars..
If mommy knew, I'd only see bars.
My painful, bloody, little secret..
My scars and I are sure to keep it.