Shattered

Very dark poem that was buzzing around in my head...

All of this pain inside of me
nowhere left for it to go,
my charade and sanity shattered.
The razor feels comfortable in my hand,
as it starts its decent to my skin.
Release is mercifully granted as I start to bleed...
         The razor continues its assault
         my flesh screams.
         Tears flow down my face,
         as the blood flows down my arm.
I curse myself,
I wasn't going to do this again.
There are people that care, who would be so ashamed.
But I can't let them see the self-loathing I hide,
buried in a secret place deep inside.
The razor put carefully into hiding,
I tape together the pieces of my sanity.
My mask back in place, I go on...