Sleeves Stained Red

And I sat there, shaking,
With the phone in my hand,
Fingers itching to
Press the buttons.

So I did, and it rang,
And I heard a woman's voice
And she asked me if
I thought I was in danger.

That's when my fake voice
Came out of my mouth,
The one I used
To try to hold back tears,

And I told her I was fine --
Maybe I was overreacting,
And I hung up the phone
And I cut till my sleeves stained red.