Closed off...Mature

siting on my bed
i pull my sleeve
up past my elbow
thoughts run through
me like a storm but
only the negative
comes out through
the razor blade,
blood dripping
to the ground
wrapping the wounds
in cloth to STOP
the good from coming
escaping my body
taking precautions
to hide my sadness
from those who care
closing off from the
world not letting people in.

The End

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