Today I stood in the bathroom stall With a sensation of dèja vû As I stare at the blade in my hand And my exposed limbs, Marking the easiest arteries to open Noting that the stupid pencil sharpener blade Would never Be able to open an artery I walk out of the bathroom Sadly I cannot say unharmed Knowing quite well that the blade would not be suitable to do any significant damage, I still took it And pressed it as hard as I could I did what I could to suppress my emotions So I pulled up my leggings And then another pair of comfy pants Over my thighs Doubling the layer of clothes Because I cannot be caught I walk back to class, only to look down, and see beads of blood forming through my pants But at this point, no one cares. These people convinced themselves that attention is the only thing I am aiming for Unknowing that self harm is an addiction Unknowing that when you cut Chemicals get released in your brain , making you happier Unknowing that I wish people didn't know about me I wish no one knew me