After the Cut

After you cut
It's always the same
It's just like a crime scene
With you as the victim
You make sure the weapon is hidden
And the rags in the trash
Any clothing that's bloody
You get the stains out real fast
If there's blood on the bedding
You'd better hope tomorrow's
Not laundry day
You might wash out the wound
To make sure its ok
Next to the bathroom
To scrub your hands till they're clean
When you're absolutely sure
Your mess is all clean
You can rest in your numbness
Until morning wakes you new