Sharp

DISCLAIMER THIS POEM INVOLVES CUTTING
It rolls down the pale cold flesh
would you save me
razor cuts the skin leaves it\'s mark
Would you show me I\'m worth more than this
The screaming starts as the man down stairs begins again
Show me before it\'s too late
the clothes cover the scars again as the day light breaks the spell of sleep.
Help
It feels like hell I need it
he grabs your wrist
he looks worried please help no pain just help me please
his fingers pressed the fabric against them
It burns again yet the feeling is shame this time not control
save me help
it hurts
I don\'t diserve your help
his eyes are so dark it\'s scary hoping it\'s worry not anger
you hear him again
worthless lazy
wanting the razor blade
yet this is better
no the pain is easyer than the truth
Just lie to him and he\'ll leave like the others lie lie
just lie to him and find the razor again
You can see the blood staining through
it\'s too late everyone knows