(Untitled) by joy73185 I pried apart the plastic So I could get the blade And I will not regret The choice that I have made I took the blade so slowly With curiosity And took the edge to skin With no ferocity At first it did not bleed But then it came to show The little line of red That now I so well know I don't think I will tell How I feel inside But someday, maybe someday I will not have to hide And so I will go on This sad little charade And I will always know Scars never really fade