That was so close. My mom almost caught me with razor blades in my hands. I put the knife in my pants and dropped the blades. I just prayed she wouldn't walk over there. Thankfully she didn't see them. I don't want her to worry about me.
It's not a big deal. I'm not important I just don't want her to make a big deal out of nothing.
YOU ARE READING
The broken
PoetryThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
