Blood.

The blood I bleed,

From the words I'm writing.

Some hurtful towards me,

I keep them in a notebook where no one can see.

My right arm shaking,

The blade sinking.

This is how I can control it,

This way it is perfect.

A bandage over the cuts,

Hiding every little pain inflicted tear.

Giving everything I could,

So everyone thinks I'm okay.

But as long as nobody sees,

I still can bleed.

And the blade is stained red,

From all the demons in my head.