I Miss

I miss the feeling of the blade dragging against my skin.
The blood leaving my veins.
The stain it would leave against the skin.

I miss the smile that would be placed upon my lips.
I was truly happy as I watched the blood
trickle down my arm.

I miss being able to wear long sleeved shirts
and hiding my cuts.
But I’d only smile once more when I’d see them.

I miss the feeling of the pain leaving me.
The pain life would give me
that people would give me.

I miss the feeling of being free and hiding all that I want to.